<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:54:01.744+08:00</updated><category term='via iPhone'/><category term='YOU GOT ARASHI VIDEO SPAMMED.'/><category term='One Short'/><title type='text'>DENICIA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2703503896290904156</id><published>2012-01-26T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:53:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover.</title><content type='html'>Okay I went ahead with the whole messing around with my blog thing, so say hello to my new look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlTKMmbsFg/TyFHKS4uudI/AAAAAAAABwE/lB-jH_dWgBk/s1600/Snapshot_20120108_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlTKMmbsFg/TyFHKS4uudI/AAAAAAAABwE/lB-jH_dWgBk/s320/Snapshot_20120108_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dya like it? *flips hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay I have a dry sense of humour. I was referring to the blog (duh). Picked more relaxing colours because people have said that they read my blog to destress (flattered), so I thought the vintage-ish blue hues would do (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not done with this whole new look thing yet, still gonna touch up here and there and tweak a few things, but yeah I'm pretty satisfied so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the new blogger interface it's so user friendly. And it has enabled me to make my blog more reader friendly (notice the bigger &amp;amp; darker fonts). Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully that'll give me the motivation to blog more often too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Special shoutout to JQ: I know you're reading this because you told me you'd read my blog! You're a real loyal follower you know that, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;WOAW YES, ANYONE WHO SEES THIS AND HAVE SEEN MY PREVIOUS LOOK, COMMENT ON THIS POST K, WHICH DO YOU PREFER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2703503896290904156?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2703503896290904156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2703503896290904156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2703503896290904156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2703503896290904156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeover.html' title='Makeover.'/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlTKMmbsFg/TyFHKS4uudI/AAAAAAAABwE/lB-jH_dWgBk/s72-c/Snapshot_20120108_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-87017072499560533</id><published>2012-01-26T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:19:58.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via iPhone'/><title type='text'>Makeover..?</title><content type='html'>Wanna change the blogskin, but I can't seem to get round the new interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I changed skins for this blog was probably back in sec two or something, where you know, you'd just go to blogskins.com or something like that to copy the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp mine was obtained that way, but I did painstakingly and labouriously spend days switching up the fonts and changing the colour scheme.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I pretty much changed the entire skin to suit my taste; the only thing I didn't change are the four pictures you see at the top LHS.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I even messed around with the borders okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm becoming more aware of how small the font is and how tiresome it can be to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay need to get around to figuring blogger out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty amazed at how faithful I am to this blog y'know.&lt;br /&gt;Like all these years I refused to move to another platform. Not livejournal, not onsugar, not even tumblr (though I admit I was swayed a little, but I guess I'm still not ready because I really don't wanna neglect weird problems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, I'm not even very fond of the blog URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really love to change it to yaydenicia or something but WP has kinda grown on me.  I remember back when my cousin first help me set up this blog in the first place, she asked "now what's your blog url?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me, being the lost sheep I was, said "weird problems!" after she assured me I could change it when I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird problems, in view of how at that point I was probably suffering from some sort of emotional turmoil over some trite matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might actually go through with changing it to yaydenicia, maybe. But not yet I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the archives, gosh. Reading what I typed in 2008 is embarrassing. I was immature and a total twit (YOU CAN SPARE YOURSELF THE AGONY BY NOT GOING THERE), and I might take it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet as twitty as I was, those blogposts hold a lot of memories. They hold a lot of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makeover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-87017072499560533?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/87017072499560533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=87017072499560533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/87017072499560533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/87017072499560533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2012/01/catharsis.html' title='Makeover..?'/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4790406725340813943</id><published>2012-01-22T06:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:11:56.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via iPhone'/><title type='text'>Dry Nails Dry &amp; Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Hi I know I haven't been posting for lightyears already, but I'm waiting for my nails to dry before I sleep because I don't wanna run the risk of smudging them while I toss and turn under the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it's 5:49am and I'm blogging via my phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty okay lately (it seems as if I always choose to blog when my life's a boring drag), though I've been through a real rollercoaster during the interval between the last blogpost and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I might add that I'm in the HATP programme thing in school, which consists of the top 10% of the cohort in terms of academics.&lt;br /&gt;Well in no way am I bragging or boasting, I'm just pretty happy about that I guess, because I've never really been -and I just smudged my nails by scratching myself BUT I managed to salvage it- academically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get kicked out soon though, because I prolly can't consistently keep my ass in the top 10% for every exam.&lt;br /&gt;Negative, I know. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry if my tone is thoroughly lacking vibe, what can you expect right it's 6am in the morning and I would really love to sleep but noooo my nails are taking millenniums to dry. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing that's happened.&lt;br /&gt;I am now an Alto Sectional Leader.&lt;br /&gt;Yepp so now I'm teaching music, besides being a mummy to my Altos.&lt;br /&gt;Let all the motherly tender loving care flow. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON TO THE WEATHER REPORT TODAY'S GONNA BE PARTLY CLOUDY WITH SHOWERS OF THUNDER OVER THE NORTHERN, EASTERN AND CENTRAL PARTS OF SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw I'm kidding but I've always wanted to say that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just attached a picture of my nails idk where it's gonna turn up (whether it's at the top or bottom of the post) but nevertheless feast your eyes and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much a plummy pink with a glitter gradient. Ya lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay me wants orh orh liao.&lt;br /&gt;G'nite (morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hi P if you're reading this! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I don't personally know you, but I appreciate the fact that you read my blog (because it seems like no one ever does *sobs), and said I have good language (this means a lot to me), so thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pictures appeared at the bottom of the post so for captions sake, HERE ARE MY NAILS kbye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy lunar new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~=:0o&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that is a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7KuBZDIA30Y/Txs2wXVFKSI/AAAAAAAABvU/7-95fEau6zo/s640/blogger-image--1960253167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7KuBZDIA30Y/Txs2wXVFKSI/AAAAAAAABvU/7-95fEau6zo/s640/blogger-image--1960253167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5YNevz0PxQQ/Txs2ZoLYTYI/AAAAAAAABvM/PrFp24yQAqA/s640/blogger-image-1314785876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5YNevz0PxQQ/Txs2ZoLYTYI/AAAAAAAABvM/PrFp24yQAqA/s640/blogger-image-1314785876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4790406725340813943?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4790406725340813943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4790406725340813943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4790406725340813943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4790406725340813943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-i-know-i-havent-been-posting-for.html' title='Dry Nails Dry &amp; Random Stuff'/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7KuBZDIA30Y/Txs2wXVFKSI/AAAAAAAABvU/7-95fEau6zo/s72-c/blogger-image--1960253167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6729090683650212715</id><published>2011-10-08T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:00:43.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HI I'M BACK. TALK ABOUT LONG TIME HUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, I'M LEFT WITH A CHINESE PAPER TO THE END OF PROMOS (but blah, I consider Promos to be over already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually considering continuing my abandoned fic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, ANNOUNCEMENTS FIRST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VEL'S GOT A BLOG! FINALLY + I ACTUALLY ENJOY READING HER BLOG BECAUSE IT'S SO.. VEL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've put a link with her name in the side bar, do check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promos were uncool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GP was average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy &amp;lt; Econs &amp;lt; Average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math was average as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology was kinda tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was a giant asscrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, you're thinking, "but you consistently top Chem in class and not everybody found it hard how could you find it hard?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T KNOW OKAY. IT WAS HORRIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the kind of person that.. loses hope when I screw up the first part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, if you give me a math paper, and I can't solve the first two questions, the rest of the paper's good as gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chemistry MCQ was a killer, and with only 45 minutes to do it, I probably randomly shaded 5 lozenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the paper, morale was just rock bottom and it was basically horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, TO COMPENSATE FOR THE LACK OF PICTURES FROM THE PREVIOUS POSTS, HERE'S SOME RANDOM ONES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UM.. POST SA1 CELEBRATION THINGA. (HAHAHA I AM LATE BEYOND LATE I CAN'T GET ANY LATER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9nbH-ShQd8/TpBkYetUB3I/AAAAAAAABt8/9D1ttfAugfg/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9nbH-ShQd8/TpBkYetUB3I/AAAAAAAABt8/9D1ttfAugfg/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661135103327471474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Day celebrations in TPJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cwAam3yhIIg/TpBkYNODrKI/AAAAAAAABt0/lxFfrY9qLIc/s1600/IMG_1159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cwAam3yhIIg/TpBkYNODrKI/AAAAAAAABt0/lxFfrY9qLIc/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661135098632973474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOMl6UupjMw/TpBj4Npb1nI/AAAAAAAABts/Mquem_GVQMo/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjG1uCqf1yo/TpBj4ECEUPI/AAAAAAAABtk/1fEiVdjKlBA/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjG1uCqf1yo/TpBj4ECEUPI/AAAAAAAABtk/1fEiVdjKlBA/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661134546410950898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something more recent from the September hols, VBALL W/ VEL JAV JO AND TIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poA9pdqNQTw/TpBj3-2qzNI/AAAAAAAABtc/Iclgx2tmUuA/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poA9pdqNQTw/TpBj3-2qzNI/AAAAAAAABtc/Iclgx2tmUuA/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661134545020964050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2vFKoLJoqjA/TpBj3md2-WI/AAAAAAAABtU/WhNeznoB_qI/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2vFKoLJoqjA/TpBj3md2-WI/AAAAAAAABtU/WhNeznoB_qI/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661134538474453346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But yeah, just these two pictures to marvel you with Jav's height. :O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KKZ THIS WAS JUST A QUICKIE SO BYE, I'LL BE BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6729090683650212715?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6729090683650212715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6729090683650212715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6729090683650212715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6729090683650212715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9nbH-ShQd8/TpBkYetUB3I/AAAAAAAABt8/9D1ttfAugfg/s72-c/IMG_1114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3527266841801296419</id><published>2011-09-06T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:20:33.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Short'/><title type='text'>That Look On Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We fought dragons together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&lt;i&gt;o you see the crowd? They're cheering; they're cheering for us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confetti adrift in the sky, a vast array of colours, glinting in the sunlight. Our hands clasped tightly together, but quivering nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't anything spectacular. I'm not even sure if you felt it, that breathtaking gust of wind as the spear went straight through it's heart. I did. It was accompanied by a deafening roar resonating through the town, it's indignation ricocheting off every carmine brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The arid earth trembled as it's Goliath frame as it crumbled to the ground. I felt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind stopped all too abruptly, leaving only us two and our awestruck expressions, gawking at something that was no longer there. The corner of your lips turned upwards as you slowly exhaled. We both knew: it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before us now is a celebration. Champagne bottles are popping,  the townsmen are dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch you, mentally probing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you unveil happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by Taylor Swift's Long Live to write a short &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;double entendre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it turned out pretty well. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3527266841801296419?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3527266841801296419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3527266841801296419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3527266841801296419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3527266841801296419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-look-on-your-face-we-fought.html' title='That Look On Your Face'/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8268790266536900449</id><published>2011-09-05T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:13:19.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm losing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm losing the will to study. I'm even losing the will to do homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And clearly, with promos just around the corner, this is not the right time -or to be more precise and harsh- this is the worst time for apathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a slap. Wakey wakey Denicia. As if your life isn't already screwed up and tainted by the 13 points already ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No motivation to study, no motivation to practice the piano = flunk promos, flunk Grade 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHEESH. I need to do something about my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure what made you conclude that you can be an asshole to me, especially after your desperate grovelling over the past two years. You really should turn that mocking gaze towards yourself, because superiority isn't yours to claim. You're not even the slightest bit close to on par, wake up. -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't forget. I just ran out of excuses for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I was too ashamed that I actually let something so dear to me slip my mind, &lt;i&gt;not forget; &lt;/i&gt;I lost track of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was so ashamed, so disappointed with myself. And I daren't own up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry. I didn't forget, really. I'm so so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh there's nothing to look forward to after the promos. PW isn't at all exciting, and  neither is MT A's. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's... that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EEEE I FEEL SO NEGATIVE NOW PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK I AM EMO I'M NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KKZ JUST NEEDED TO RANT I'M OKAY NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I study for that econs test tomorrow? I really don't want to and if I don't I'm going to be staring helplessly at a blank foolscap (which really sucks) while on the brink of tears. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 HOURS OF ECONS TOMORROW *major sulkface*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I'm gonna play tetris battle nao ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHAI I'M BACK JUST TO SAY THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA LA LALALALA, SING A HAPPY SONG,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA LA LALALALA, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SMURF&lt;/span&gt; THE WHOLE DAY LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8268790266536900449?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8268790266536900449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8268790266536900449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8268790266536900449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8268790266536900449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-sure-what-made-you-conclude-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3975002462645944781</id><published>2011-08-24T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:25:02.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THAT PHS HAD A STUDENT'S PLEDGE OR WHATDOTHEYCALLIT THAT WE USED TO RECITE ON FRIDAY ASSEMBLY SESSIONS AND I STILL REMEMBER HOW TO SAY IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the students of Presbyterian High School&lt;br /&gt;Pledge that we will always do our best&lt;br /&gt;Striving hard to achieve success&lt;br /&gt;Working together in one spirit&lt;br /&gt;Upholding our school motto,&lt;br /&gt;"Aflame For Truth".&lt;br /&gt;We, the PHS students&lt;br /&gt;Will be prudent and humble in all our ways.&lt;br /&gt;Steadfast in duty&lt;br /&gt;And following Jesus in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SUPERPOWER MEMORY SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH I SHOULD BE REVISING FOR BIO SPA NOW BUT I'M SO RESTLESS AND NOT IN THE STUDY MOOD I FEEL LIKE EITHER JUMPING AROUND AND PRETEND I'M HOLDING A ROCK CONCERT OR FLOPPING ON MY BED AND SLEEPING LIKE A LOG AND I KNOW THEY'RE LIKE, AT OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE ENERGY LEVEL DIAGRAM (HERE COMES CHEMISTRY NOW) BUT THAT'S JUST HOW I FEEL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3975002462645944781?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3975002462645944781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3975002462645944781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3975002462645944781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3975002462645944781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-suddenly-remembered-that-phs-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6747565877214992462</id><published>2011-08-14T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:56:24.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so upset now seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what you're doing. You're making me play the cards how you want me to, you're forcing my hand. Slow but steady advancements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can do about it. I'm literally just watching everything slip out of my control, knowing full well that it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you wouldn't let this rest. I should've known you'd always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, there's absolutely no way for me to be open with you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6747565877214992462?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6747565877214992462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6747565877214992462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6747565877214992462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6747565877214992462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-so-upset-now-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6866881327034740832</id><published>2011-08-11T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:55:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a while eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've last &lt;i&gt;written&lt;/i&gt;, written not as in the arid updating of what's going on in my life. It's been a long while since I've written (or to be more literal, typed) something that actually captures the entire essence of writing itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't a secret that ever since I've entered JC, my English has been subjected to decadence. There hardly is any time, or even any room to let it flourish; even GP is stifling to the author. Or perhaps it's just me, disconsolately conjuring up excuses for the lack of prominence of my language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, in case anyone is wondering what triggered such an earnest, almost sombre post, let me lay it right out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 'genre' posts appear mostly after I've read blogs with way better English than mine. Blogs with beautiful language. Even posts about what went on during the writer's day could create something so picturesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't all the time I chance upon such precious sites, and to be honest, I'd get hit with the slightest twinge of jealousy, followed by an inclination to blog. To convince myself &lt;i&gt;I'm still there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naw, but who am I kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this post wasn't meant to be melancholic in any way, it's just the result of another one of my whimsical 'practice sessions'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes aforementioned arid updating of what's going on in my life. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School life in TPJC has been nothing short of a blast. I'm so thankful for this bunch of friends, that to be honest, I used to think were more of 'on the surface'. But now I'm starting to see past Surface, and it's actually rather stirring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because of them a part of me, even if it's just the smallest part, looks forward to school every day, regardless of the degree of dread that comes with uncompleted homework or just the sheer dislike for a subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Etfuc06Pk/TkPtQQGBltI/AAAAAAAABtM/kM1gQBxhpi8/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Etfuc06Pk/TkPtQQGBltI/AAAAAAAABtM/kM1gQBxhpi8/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639612021851920082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing to be very grateful for, a blessing; I've never felt quite this safe before, because the past one was riddled with uncertainties and distrust and all that trite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for Jav, a belated birthday shoutout: I REALLY WANTED TO CELEBRATE WITH YOU, LET'S DO IT SERIOUSLY. For Vel, a belated &lt;i&gt;happy &lt;s&gt;national day&lt;/s&gt; birthday &lt;/i&gt;to you too by the way, should you be reading this. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, yet again I am reminded that people change with authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some for the better, most for the worse. Gotta knock that into my numbskull and let it stick there and stop my whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing, I've gotten a twitter account! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYYY One more social networking avenue to distract me from studies and homework and the drag that JC students should be doing, casually labelled as 'JC life'. Hahaha life. The irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm off to live my life now. In Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6866881327034740832?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6866881327034740832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6866881327034740832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6866881327034740832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6866881327034740832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-while-eh-its-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Etfuc06Pk/TkPtQQGBltI/AAAAAAAABtM/kM1gQBxhpi8/s72-c/IMG_1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3522633582313685830</id><published>2011-07-24T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:10:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 29px; "&gt;I AM HAPPY TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 29px; "&gt;*WIDEST BEAM EVER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZeXxIQzXDA/TivSoEYyFKI/AAAAAAAABtE/S9jJRXSlma4/s320/teehee" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 182px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632827344771224738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3522633582313685830?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3522633582313685830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3522633582313685830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3522633582313685830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3522633582313685830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZeXxIQzXDA/TivSoEYyFKI/AAAAAAAABtE/S9jJRXSlma4/s72-c/teehee' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6077323845175697990</id><published>2011-07-20T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:56:29.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I KNOW RANTING IS SUCH A SECONDARY SCHOOL THING BUT HECK. I'M UNHAPPY OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a difference between blur, ignorant and stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I may be blur and/ or ignorant sometimes. But I'm not stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact my tolerance for stupidity is as low as the ground can get. PHS clique culture? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we're all too used to flaming and ranting about dumb people and stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even better yet: Dumb people whose command of English wouldn't even grant them survival in China, or Japan; name any non English speaking nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, what were you thinking when you said that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you plan on changing anything, if you'd gotten things the way you wanted, anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Urgh the entire essence of nonsense and stupidity captured by your words and actions, just. Urgh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In all honesty, that was a miserable attempt at manipulation and trying to regain what's lost. &amp;amp; Don't ever try doing that again, I'll bite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a person who tends to hold grudges. I know that isn't good at all, and that I should probably learn to let go. And that flaming on my blog isn't exactly the most politically correct thing to do either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I swear this always helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In retrospect, I don't really see a need for me to get agitated by this, not anymore at least. (SEE I TOLD YOU IT WORKS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still posting this up anyway (yeah call me controversial/ a hypocrite), because it took me some time to type this when I should clearly be working on my EoM instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA I REMEMBER ABOUT HOW I USED TO RANT ABOUT PEOPLE ADDRESSING ME BY CIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6077323845175697990?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6077323845175697990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6077323845175697990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6077323845175697990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6077323845175697990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-ranting-is-such-secondary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-281751807944637370</id><published>2011-07-16T14:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:30:11.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well lookie another blog post after yet another hiatus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY THIS TIME I SORTA KNOW WHERE TO START. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COUNCIL TRAINING CAMP / CHAOYANG CAMP 2010.&lt;/div&gt;Went back last minute on a whim (because I miss ma councillors so damn much) on campfire day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologise for the shitty quality pictures; iPhone's front camera doesn't work well in dim lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6ShEhZIHCg/TiE1CAKsUTI/AAAAAAAABpc/2mAxWTnepE8/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629839317710688562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6ShEhZIHCg/TiE1CAKsUTI/AAAAAAAABpc/2mAxWTnepE8/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerald; my cheering partner since 67773777 years ago. (HAHA GOOD JOB IF YOU SPOTTED MCDELIVERY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Rapaf7fWY/TiE1CZtOBuI/AAAAAAAABpk/rtFRU4MhVPo/s1600/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629839324566390498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Rapaf7fWY/TiE1CZtOBuI/AAAAAAAABpk/rtFRU4MhVPo/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping the campfire emcees Birdie and Sergul practice their cheers!&lt;/div&gt;I also realised both of them have bird like names (that's cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYz5m6tsMxI/TiE1CkmRcHI/AAAAAAAABps/pSz3S7vdNzw/s1600/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629839327490044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYz5m6tsMxI/TiE1CkmRcHI/AAAAAAAABps/pSz3S7vdNzw/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le campfire emcees looking a bit cui haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSHxbzBdHiI/TiE1CqwBhFI/AAAAAAAABp0/OhfKenUb-bI/s1600/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629839329141556306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSHxbzBdHiI/TiE1CqwBhFI/AAAAAAAABp0/OhfKenUb-bI/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gerald giving instructions while I camwhore. I AM SUCH A SLACKER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGJkfkkf0Gk/TiE1CxThgNI/AAAAAAAABp8/K11VZBJqW3s/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629839330901065938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGJkfkkf0Gk/TiE1CxThgNI/AAAAAAAABp8/K11VZBJqW3s/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Councillors + chaoyang campers. I don't know most of them T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8LovYxnMfc/TiE171Y5z9I/AAAAAAAABqE/Bqma9XsoOyM/s1600/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629840311249915858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8LovYxnMfc/TiE171Y5z9I/AAAAAAAABqE/Bqma9XsoOyM/s320/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoghOntDWOs/TiE18FQ7RsI/AAAAAAAABqM/w_wOQUQFilU/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629840315511424706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoghOntDWOs/TiE18FQ7RsI/AAAAAAAABqM/w_wOQUQFilU/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w50ef2o8pac/TiE18Z7qUaI/AAAAAAAABqU/4ZlQS96sFyc/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629840321059377570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w50ef2o8pac/TiE18Z7qUaI/AAAAAAAABqU/4ZlQS96sFyc/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAND. HERE'S THE CAMPFIRE, WHICH WAS ACTUALLY A LOT GRANDER THAN IT LOOKS LIKE IN THE PICTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie and Sergul managed to get through emceeing, though Gerald and I and to help out + intervene a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me realise that our chemistry was still there. Not in the intimate chemistry shit way, but in the sense that we could be standing at different ends and know just what each other would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to cheer, when to cheer, when to cut etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is awesome. Seriously. ^^&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew singing the school song could be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZnKZYLuk7M/TiE18eVMJMI/AAAAAAAABqc/S6XKW_ayFug/s1600/248084_10150198398703600_741138599_7177859_791170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629840322240193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZnKZYLuk7M/TiE18eVMJMI/AAAAAAAABqc/S6XKW_ayFug/s320/248084_10150198398703600_741138599_7177859_791170_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 picture, because Shane looks awkward holding a packet of cereal with all the girls surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M ALSO LAZAYE TO RIP PICTURES OFF FACEBOOK SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir farewell party~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to be honest, it was a lot easier planning this compared to planning for council camps, investitures etc back in PHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposals, logs lists and all didn't have to be so formatted and all.&lt;br /&gt;And also because the committee was a nice bunch of people to work with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, IT OVERRAN A BIT BUT IT WAS A SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629841503186687762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQF07OtTXgc/TiE3BNsxlxI/AAAAAAAABq8/idZWEh2LhvI/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Us lovely J1s meeting up early in the SR to blow balloons and practice What Are Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLIME FIGHT!&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;*praises self for bright idea*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629841489866986642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orQuZ9rongI/TiE3AcFHFJI/AAAAAAAABqs/R4UD2h9Xd8I/s320/253996_1780958011393_1462718033_31560304_3501809_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ut2ifIdy7Wk/TiE3AhnFFZI/AAAAAAAABq0/d4WVB8PHnl4/s1600/251351_1780957371377_1462718033_31560303_5425935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629841491351639442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ut2ifIdy7Wk/TiE3AhnFFZI/AAAAAAAABq0/d4WVB8PHnl4/s320/251351_1780957371377_1462718033_31560303_5425935_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone got slimed. :D *happy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629850936142739858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQGjwn_qobE/TiE_mSMwOZI/AAAAAAAABr8/8JAmFuejTLU/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND.. OF COURSE, PLANKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629850940531687522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ciXTOy5Zk4/TiE_mijKQGI/AAAAAAAABsE/MvoR3H8TCEI/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah bough all of us Tiramisu cakes! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe awesome altos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629850944488036066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kHHu1VZhzE/TiE_mxSbVuI/AAAAAAAABsM/DVPyIzw95Aw/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hardly) Studying with Vel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LAZY LIAO LET THE PICTURES DO THE TALKING LAH AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629841506380097522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCegKJCuYwE/TiE3BZmJJ_I/AAAAAAAABrM/XmTTmA5SSlw/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629850952710634610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBwmxZ1KrXo/TiE_nP62PHI/AAAAAAAABsc/tgiTa58AGVE/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73mgtjsOK68/TiE_mzYeWsI/AAAAAAAABsU/7Ad9h_8aJfQ/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629850945050270402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73mgtjsOK68/TiE_mzYeWsI/AAAAAAAABsU/7Ad9h_8aJfQ/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629843220978761586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkq8sR5arc/TiE4lM-Uf3I/AAAAAAAABrU/FE3RjqAnwOg/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQGjwn_qobE/TiE_mSMwOZI/AAAAAAAABr8/8JAmFuejTLU/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, Vel orders the weird thing, which is called 'Angel something' or 'something Angel'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is made up of soda + lemon + green tea flavour + ajdkfsbglak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ozkup-GUJ8/TiE4lZ7UuTI/AAAAAAAABrc/iYjBFe00WwA/s1600/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629843224455854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ozkup-GUJ8/TiE4lZ7UuTI/AAAAAAAABrc/iYjBFe00WwA/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VBALL WITH KEN AND CHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... was a painful affair because of an overpumped ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we called in Macs too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629843226843707266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKKSVXIqFHs/TiE4li0od4I/AAAAAAAABrk/i-MAxrWrNIs/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7isNvnruA/TiE4mDH1PUI/AAAAAAAABrs/lLCp2Tw5abE/s1600/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629843235514170690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7isNvnruA/TiE4mDH1PUI/AAAAAAAABrs/lLCp2Tw5abE/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ken says that the fries look so much cooler with the bag rolled up. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking with ma loves!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA RAINBOW CUPCAKES ROUND 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xPeD7KS2rk/TiE4mdnNCXI/AAAAAAAABr0/RQOOwxTXMpI/s1600/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629843242625075570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xPeD7KS2rk/TiE4mdnNCXI/AAAAAAAABr0/RQOOwxTXMpI/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures are all over facebook, so not gonna upload them here (it's a dangerous place here.. shh)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST EXAMS CELEBRATIONS (again with ma loves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hit Orchard for Transformers 3, which was confusingly AWESOME! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Optimus Prime is one hot robot.. &amp;amp; Bumblebee is one cute robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wv4yOmZZqc/TiFCzL_1ctI/AAAAAAAABss/H3phAXjDb7E/s1600/263822_2111441658377_1015683317_2458550_5194249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629854456351126226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wv4yOmZZqc/TiFCzL_1ctI/AAAAAAAABss/H3phAXjDb7E/s320/263822_2111441658377_1015683317_2458550_5194249_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pLEB9bJwM/TiFCy59tnFI/AAAAAAAABsk/b34iCBL7WSk/s1600/260431_2111442098388_1015683317_2458551_4316216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629854451510385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pLEB9bJwM/TiFCy59tnFI/AAAAAAAABsk/b34iCBL7WSk/s320/260431_2111442098388_1015683317_2458551_4316216_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alson, Hannah, Bryce, Vincent, Denicia, Lixuan, Chengkeat, Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan &amp;amp; Keanwai missing worzxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined celebration of Jon, Alson and  KW's birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY GOT DISNEY PRINCESS AND HELLO KITTY BALLOONS OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more tiramisu cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Sophia joined in the celebration too! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629854469039049074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywVonSd1gro/TiFCz7Q3yXI/AAAAAAAABs8/6_FKly-iCuI/s320/265347_10150263075471069_597516068_7469636_8080709_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629854461670135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbgA3vozONI/TiFCzfz_F8I/AAAAAAAABs0/g6fgYhbCp-o/s320/265094_10150263074776069_597516068_7469626_5013421_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined polaroid uploads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once, all ten of us are in the same picture!&lt;br /&gt;BOOYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results were kinda okay/ above average-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT STILL, NEED TO WORK HARDER WORZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBCDDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG WHEN I TYPE IT OUT LIKE THAT IT LOOKS BAD. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND CHINESE ORAL WAS JUST.. ACTUALLY JUST OKAY LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passage was fairly easy, though I managed to screw a bit of it up. Convo could've been done better though. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUPP THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-281751807944637370?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/281751807944637370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=281751807944637370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/281751807944637370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/281751807944637370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-lookie-another-blog-post-after-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6ShEhZIHCg/TiE1CAKsUTI/AAAAAAAABpc/2mAxWTnepE8/s72-c/IMG_0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3631244828135404779</id><published>2011-06-05T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:35:52.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so convinced that you've become so much better than me, but I find myself always there.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, even after all these years, I'm stuck to loving you, just in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you lucky, always having someone to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments you're lying in bed and you can't sleep and you're listening to all sorts of music that invokes and invades your thoughts and memories.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about council camp + college day + ACJC concert soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3631244828135404779?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3631244828135404779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3631244828135404779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3631244828135404779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3631244828135404779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-so-convinced-that-youve-become-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1944353011671247525</id><published>2011-05-26T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T01:58:52.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watercolours. You pale in comparison to photorealism.&lt;br /&gt;Those often have more flamboyant colours, happier tones, vivid strokes, livelier noise. They're queerer, more captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never truly appreciated how beautiful you could be. Soft, tranquilising, gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitewashed set, blue yet warm tones. Drawing me closer, pulling me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meadow. The smell of your sky. A new sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perplexing to be directionless. No,it's comfortable; boundless. I now must see, even though sometimes there aren't enough flowers, and sometimes they aren't the colours I think would best look, altogether, you're still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful watercolour that took me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1944353011671247525?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1944353011671247525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1944353011671247525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1944353011671247525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1944353011671247525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/05/watercolours.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4695423594360473932</id><published>2011-05-06T22:23:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:24:44.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YAY ANOTHER BLOG POST! (finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder and harder to blog now, since the intervals between each post is getting longer and longer omgz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start because of my amazing memory (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR SYF 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one heck of an experience, that being said 'heck' actually has a positive meaning, but since I am the lazy pig I am, I'm not gonna bother to put 'heck' into words that actually describe how I feel about SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a silver; that's what the judges gave us all right, but TPJChoir's a gold with extra honours one to me. [love]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY HERE'S HOW IT ALL WENT DOWN ON WEDNESDAY, 4TH MAY 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reported to school at usual time, except no assembly for us, it was straight to the choir room we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our makeup done, encouraging talks and received texts by the teachers, seniors and alumni, before we set off for Pomo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had warmups in the bus, which was a lil' weird cuz we weren't standing up (we couldn't), so I felt as if my diaphragm wasn't fully stretched and all. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyWS5ayOg54/Tcfu6zEtFNI/AAAAAAAABmY/DIaWWblmnZY/s1600/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604710955195634898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyWS5ayOg54/Tcfu6zEtFNI/AAAAAAAABmY/DIaWWblmnZY/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bus shot w/ Chrissy behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ms Ong at some studio (which I infer is made for kindergardeners 'cause of the vibrant paintings of rainbows, trees, bees and the like on the walls etc.), where we had practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH + MORE MAKEUP + CHANGED INTO OUR PWETTY GOWNS, MORE PRACTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went down (or more of rushed down, since we were late) to SOTA; thank goodness SOTA is just beside Pomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGISTRATION + ACOUSTIC TESTING... SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doors opened for us to step on stage, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It was exhilarating, nerve wrecking , breath taking (thank God not heart stopping).. just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The view from the stage was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to remind myself how to breath (as in, breath correctly, choir style *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our three pieces, I felt that my vocal range was reduced due to nerves and my high notes weren't as good as they should've been (sorry choir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our performance, we stayed to watch RVH's and AJC's before we went back to Pomo to collect out belongings and returned to TPJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604710959841661282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zs_3KMfwYcU/Tcfu7EYZ0WI/AAAAAAAABmg/SdwFO9CpcAM/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back at Pomo with Chrissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604711983196193618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmeRMrkOfYs/Tcfv2orIw1I/AAAAAAAABmw/_De8s4dWz7w/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Huiyi and YY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604710965612676066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yqPPPhSspo/Tcfu7Z4Ug-I/AAAAAAAABmo/Qu4Lms9ytA0/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Outside Pomo, with Deb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaited the results back at school, after being dissapointed at the silver, pigged (majorly) on ice cream! ( ♥, Thanks for everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJChoir, thanks for this awesome experience, for being a family, for people there for me to talk to and sing with. LOVE!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmeRMrkOfYs/Tcfv2orIw1I/AAAAAAAABmw/_De8s4dWz7w/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604711986227127474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_trrwpzczA/Tcfv2z9xJLI/AAAAAAAABm4/L36NEnpVJZI/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604711985833122210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfH7Ht5k88c/Tcfv2yf1GaI/AAAAAAAABnA/grEZ9MBtYsw/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmeRMrkOfYs/Tcfv2orIw1I/AAAAAAAABmw/_De8s4dWz7w/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604740345539498226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toH765CZJKA/TcgJpioukPI/AAAAAAAABpQ/UEzkahTEOqU/s320/227613_10150176959263600_741138599_6995566_4957931_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tang's leaving us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to the most ossum math teacher in TPJ evar. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alson, for your polaroid. Thank You God, for reviving the batteries. &amp;amp; thank you Ms Tang, for being a patient and wonderful math teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604711998053396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5o2cWVFQwM/Tcfv3gBXsPI/AAAAAAAABnQ/9cNPGbht3fk/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sayonara board&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604715882226683986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34-gP8tvZgM/TcfzZlsckFI/AAAAAAAABng/yuadfzp6pb4/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOHOO 11S18!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604711994358519442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYBixY2_tqw/Tcfv3SQcVpI/AAAAAAAABnI/X6HMiZ0nTXo/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmeRMrkOfYs/Tcfv2orIw1I/AAAAAAAABmw/_De8s4dWz7w/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME LOVES CLIQUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604715873013433506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9v_3yB1rBI/TcfzZDX1hKI/AAAAAAAABnY/jpF5uIT0M3c/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hannah, Ms Tang, Cia, LX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS DAY. WAS... FUN. (betcha thought I was gonna say AWESOME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent most of the time on the bleachers cheering for Lixuan, Hannah,Thurga and Huixin (who cares if y'all didn't win, you guys were awesome, and you ran glamorously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT OFF TO PLAY VBALL WITH ALSON, HANNAH AND VINCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO I THINK I REDEEMED MYSELF AND I AM LESS NOOB IN ALSON'S EYES NOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBALL WAS FUN SHIZ I FINALLY HAD MY VBALL FIX OKAY! *happygirl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725119974799746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3iFHvu6EFk/Tcf7zS_OeYI/AAAAAAAABoI/w1GypMmXF-E/s320/240444_10150188865001069_597516068_6872148_4633417_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me looking unglam whilst jie qiu-ing.&lt;br /&gt;(Not even fair, all of Alson's vball pictures all damn swee, mine all kns. It's only because he's a spiker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725116456739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQkXny-BB5U/Tcf7zF4dI8I/AAAAAAAABoA/n_oguc2-rZk/s320/219592_10150188864096069_597516068_6872134_624439_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a picture to illustrate my happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEiXhknX0qs/Tcfzau7CUtI/AAAAAAAABn4/xfPx67ihfp4/s1600/210653_10150188868206069_597516068_6872175_6999880_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604715901883667154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEiXhknX0qs/Tcfzau7CUtI/AAAAAAAABn4/xfPx67ihfp4/s320/210653_10150188868206069_597516068_6872175_6999880_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604715885870401986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iowQUD96nFw/TcfzZzRLScI/AAAAAAAABno/hLokes2H-_s/s320/210375_10150188868001069_597516068_6872174_6804151_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our ji piao liang group shots. I LOVE THESE SHOTS SO MUCH (except Bryce went missing tsk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was change *wink* + ice cream with V, LX, A &amp;amp; H @ Swensen's! Earthquakes ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH AND OMG I CAN TIE A CHERRY STALK WITH MY TONGUE. I AM OFFICIALLY A GOOD KISSER (anybody up for a try?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz5SInX7e0/TcfzaScTNmI/AAAAAAAABnw/p6Xwo-LU4OY/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604715894238557794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz5SInX7e0/TcfzaScTNmI/AAAAAAAABnw/p6Xwo-LU4OY/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN MET UP WITH KEN JAV CHU, VBALL + LOADS OF CATCHING UP WITH JAV (cause Ken and Chu had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF 2011. (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TODAY WAS GPP DAY (urgh how much I dislike PW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LX, Hannah, Minhui &amp;amp; Aliyah came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;IT WAS PRETTY MUNDANE AND BORING PW.. UNTIL WE PIGGED OUT (again) ON HAAGEN DAZS (&amp;amp; decided to camwhore to show off our crazy good fortune). By then Minhui and Aliyah had ardy left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Side note: Growing really fat. Ice cream has been mentioned thrice in this post alone. Must stop eating ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now, presenting loadsa camwhore. Enjoy or let your eyes rot. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmeRMrkOfYs/Tcfv2orIw1I/AAAAAAAABmw/_De8s4dWz7w/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725688289075954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ypoWskoqvM/Tcf8UYH6IvI/AAAAAAAABoo/qSFfn9tTwmg/s320/227173_1955996732351_1015683317_2295236_4528254_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the W123 pose is now the 'in' thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725692894046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxzJnHAssRU/Tcf8UpR0Z1I/AAAAAAAABow/2dFAv_nU3RM/s320/230434_1956017372867_1015683317_2295315_7718506_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMlJ2slYqc4/Tcf7z8dIN-I/AAAAAAAABog/csgQk4v7ELY/s1600/226591_1956022733001_1015683317_2295329_5042810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725131106072546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMlJ2slYqc4/Tcf7z8dIN-I/AAAAAAAABog/csgQk4v7ELY/s320/226591_1956022733001_1015683317_2295329_5042810_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmvT0QCIMRs/Tcf7zqFLpPI/AAAAAAAABoY/u0kyjO5F6RE/s1600/224353_1955988532146_1015683317_2295201_7751031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725126173795570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmvT0QCIMRs/Tcf7zqFLpPI/AAAAAAAABoY/u0kyjO5F6RE/s320/224353_1955988532146_1015683317_2295201_7751031_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvuuPdas9o0/Tcf7zb3kEmI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nNEETHnfIGc/s1600/222362_1956003572522_1015683317_2295272_3420528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604725122358579810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvuuPdas9o0/Tcf7zb3kEmI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nNEETHnfIGc/s320/222362_1956003572522_1015683317_2295272_3420528_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL, MORE PHOTOS ON FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER'S DAY WILL BE UPDATED ONCE I UPLOAD THE PHOTOS&lt;/p&gt;TATA~&lt;/align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4695423594360473932?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4695423594360473932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4695423594360473932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4695423594360473932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4695423594360473932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-yay-another-blog-post-finally-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyWS5ayOg54/Tcfu6zEtFNI/AAAAAAAABmY/DIaWWblmnZY/s72-c/IMG_0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-5403788117095539854</id><published>2011-04-03T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:47:34.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm choosing to blog over homework. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, discipline, oh, priorities. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL BUT MY BLOG IS ROTTING HERE SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE. &lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last blog post too many big things happened. &lt;br /&gt;Some good, some bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma passed away. ): &lt;br /&gt;I mean, I wasn't particularly close to her or anything, but during our family gatherings, she'd just be there. &lt;br /&gt;Sitting in that chair of hers, watching TV. &lt;br /&gt;Even when she got older and weaker, and didn't talk to us anymore. She'd be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality didn't quite sink in at first, when we rushed down to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;Then I saw my cousins, my aunts, my uncles, my mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear streaked faces, eyes swollen from crying, each face a portrait of.. grief? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent many days and nights at the funeral. &lt;br /&gt;I guess all of us were okay after some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dedicated ourselves mainly to folding ingots and stuff so grandma would be rich whereever she was going. (: &lt;br /&gt;Also, a lot of socialising and eating (srsly there was a lot of food), and Monopoly Deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cuzzes got to spend loads of time together, so that's a little plussie (I'm not actually implying that grandma's death comes with plus points okay, I'm just looking towards the brighter side). &lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Mar, NUS CONCERT THINGAMIE. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS' Choir is like damn zai okay, haha the "SISTAS" and I got up to some seriously weird stuff (which caused us to miss one piece). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camwhored in the bus (which reminds me, I owe them pictures), and laughed at our super blur choir mate who managed to get lost whilst following the group.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention he was the one holding on to all the boys' tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the funeral super late cause the concert ended late-ish too.  Thank God I had someone with me for half the journey. :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Oh, precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-5403788117095539854?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/5403788117095539854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=5403788117095539854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5403788117095539854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5403788117095539854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-choosing-to-blog-over-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8952680896511124892</id><published>2011-03-06T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:15:19.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss writing. &lt;div&gt;I miss writing so, so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find the time to continue, let alone complete Candlelight. I miss my characters, as absurd as that may sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For people who've been reading my blog consistently, or since last year; you've seen posts where I've flamed and ranted. You've seen posts that were vague in meaning (and questioned me about them too). I'm sure you didn't fail to realise how drastically my English has deteriorated since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels terrible. It feels terrible to be lost for words because your vocab bank seemed to have shrunk overnight. It feels demoralising to have to repeat a sentence in your head, because you're unsure if it was grammatically correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels revolting, to realise you've lost touch with the only thing you were truly good at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUYS I'M SORRY FOR THIS POST. I AM EMOGIRL123. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANNA I JUST NEED TO RANT SO IMA CONTINUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss sec 4 days. Even as I thought the stress from O's was driving me insane, it was so much more comforting to know that I had Vel, Jav &amp;amp; Ken always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have them now, but they're all busy with their own lives, and I can't be so selfish as to let them concern with my mediocre problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then and again, I'm not as strong as to handle them on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano exams are next Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not in the slightest bit prepared, and even as I delve into my conscience to search for an excuse, I realise I only have myself to blame, for not practicing, for not putting in that effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been a newfound apathy on my part with regards to piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's even been the slightest vestige of dread, which I cannot account for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems as if everything is coming at me, and I'm not poised to handle them. Not all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SORRY I EMO KZ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To be honest that was in a sense, an attempt of getting that flare for writing back. It was disconsolately... a very bad attempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8952680896511124892?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8952680896511124892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8952680896511124892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8952680896511124892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8952680896511124892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6308411697912690203</id><published>2011-02-20T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:46:32.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS STALE. LIKE THAT BODY IN MY BASEMENT FROM LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I KID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's reading ):&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY HERE'S MY DESPERATE ATTEMPT AT MAKING THIS PAGE LOOK LIVELY, SO HERE COMES PICTURES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT CNY PICS WON'T BE UP YET BECAUSE... WELL SOMEONE TOOK THE CAMMIE SO IDK WHERE THE SD CARD IS NOW -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575438670385258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKKsdDlj0Fw/TV_v7kdKH9I/AAAAAAAABlY/Vy3XlmCGovI/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxPUhXs4jYg/TV_wzDdRGiI/AAAAAAAABmI/oHTkMoGGHxI/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575439623600020002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxPUhXs4jYg/TV_wzDdRGiI/AAAAAAAABmI/oHTkMoGGHxI/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TPJC Friendship Carnival! OG4 WE R ZE BEST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HK4iVqaq-JE/TV_wy9H-o3I/AAAAAAAABmA/W969Gsi1suI/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575439621900116850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HK4iVqaq-JE/TV_wy9H-o3I/AAAAAAAABmA/W969Gsi1suI/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O0gXlD7SOg/TV_v8zcw3GI/AAAAAAAABl4/XMMTrgMe56s/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575438691590003810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O0gXlD7SOg/TV_v8zcw3GI/AAAAAAAABl4/XMMTrgMe56s/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnBQu41dcLE/TV_v8lmH3gI/AAAAAAAABlw/w_hm6LmkfKo/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlP1WY5ZTD4/TV_v8EZTmuI/AAAAAAAABlo/sv2djjzFnQ0/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575438678959037154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlP1WY5ZTD4/TV_v8EZTmuI/AAAAAAAABlo/sv2djjzFnQ0/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbIQZMVKfmQ/TV_v79exnRI/AAAAAAAABlg/wHm4EBtHmXo/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575438677102927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbIQZMVKfmQ/TV_v79exnRI/AAAAAAAABlg/wHm4EBtHmXo/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TPJC'S BEEN FUN, (Lectures and tutorials are boring though [omgz esp Chinese], but hey, it's called school, right?) AND WE'VE BEEN UP TO SOME CRAAAZY STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CARNIVAL WAS LIKE... HIGH. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was a blast, had an awesome, high OG.&lt;br /&gt;Our cheer? WE ARE THE BEST. (Shit now I miss leading cheers in PHS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND I'M IN CHOIR. SENIORS ARE DAMN DAMN NICE LA AND IT'S SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;ALTO 2 YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG AND MY YJTG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and my CG's been really fun too so yay!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6308411697912690203?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6308411697912690203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6308411697912690203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6308411697912690203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6308411697912690203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-blog-is-stale.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKKsdDlj0Fw/TV_v7kdKH9I/AAAAAAAABlY/Vy3XlmCGovI/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6065405960553586168</id><published>2011-01-27T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:53:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teeeepeeeeejayzeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got rejected by SA *sniff* and now I have to go to a land far far away.&lt;br /&gt;Okay right it's not even that bad I'm actually quite hyped for school tomorrow and I should be sleeping but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC's only two years and I guess even though Tampines is real far I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not counting on my appeals to work so might as well be happy with my life eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited ramble ramble heehee ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;YOUTUBE IHU AND YOUR STUPID COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT SHIT. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6065405960553586168?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6065405960553586168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6065405960553586168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6065405960553586168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6065405960553586168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/01/teeeepeeeeejayzeeeeeeeeeee-got-rejected.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7023962294745840203</id><published>2011-01-22T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:53:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who hasn't been blogging for aaages??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level results were meh.&lt;br /&gt;4As, 4 Bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aggregate?&lt;br /&gt;If you know, you know. If you don't, go ask someone (example, me. Because I'll probably tell you anyway, unless I'm not even remotely close to you and all you want to do is compare *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, MY SCORE PUTS ME ELIGBLE FOR SAJC (unless they drop their COP nooooo), AND SCHOOL POSTING RESULTS ARE OUT NEXT WEDNESDAY SO I HAVE MY FINGERS CROSSED.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi's new single, 'Lotus' is coming out February 23rd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the theme song for Aiba's drama and OMG IN THE PV THEY ARE DANCING YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, the last few singles they released were non- dancy and now they're dancing again. And the song sounds pretty promising. EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uwPwptRCSEQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="500" height="300" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see very little of Nino and Sho in the preview, except for the part Nino steps up and sings the high note. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH WELL THEY ARE DANCING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7023962294745840203?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7023962294745840203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7023962294745840203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7023962294745840203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7023962294745840203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-who-hasnt-been-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uwPwptRCSEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-9050231059030261776</id><published>2011-01-09T16:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:01:33.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry to come gushing again, Ima let you go, but this is my favourite Arashi picture of all time. OF ALL TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol wth Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TSl5LpjnDcI/AAAAAAAABlM/uVvhFqmE-M0/s1600/Arashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560108456006323650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TSl5LpjnDcI/AAAAAAAABlM/uVvhFqmE-M0/s320/Arashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: Yeah. Then she slapped me across my face.&lt;br /&gt;Sho: SERIOUSLY?! *facepalm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-9050231059030261776?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/9050231059030261776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=9050231059030261776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/9050231059030261776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/9050231059030261776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry-to-come-gushing-again-ima-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TSl5LpjnDcI/AAAAAAAABlM/uVvhFqmE-M0/s72-c/Arashi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6834936092656880532</id><published>2011-01-08T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:23:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;25th Japan Gold Disc Awards - The Artist Of The Year: Arashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they got best album for Boku no Miteiru Fukei, and a best music video award for ARASHI Anniversary Tour 5x10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana Nishino OWNED the best 5 songs by download (she won 3/5), got an award for best 5 albums &amp; she won song of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY ARASHI FANDOM SO SO MUCH. THEY MAKE ME SO PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else do you think I'm always there, and at my best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6834936092656880532?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6834936092656880532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6834936092656880532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6834936092656880532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6834936092656880532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2011/01/25th-japan-gold-disc-award-artist-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6621831391982755283</id><published>2010-12-31T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:56:16.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY I WATCHED THE 61ST KOHAKU UTA GASSEN LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556866959470965202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TR31Dt9fMdI/AAAAAAAABk8/NqIY_eIxo8c/s320/20101222_kohaku11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be the luckiest girl in the world, because Starhub has this all channels free thing for three days starting today, and just when I got desperate I switched my TV channel to 147 just to try my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even expect it and I was so ecstatic when I found out I could watch, I was jumping around because it was just 5 minutes to Kohaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recorded the whole thing and I'm editing it to just include the younger J- pop singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from the countless older people performing on that show, it was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki came out in a wedding dress (?) with the longest trail I've ever seen. No kidding, she was standing on top of the stage and the trail went all the way to the back of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKB48 hijacked the show by coming out so many times wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana Nishino was gorgeous, in a short, red poofy dress and her hair was pretty and she was just beautiful. She was nervous and pitchy at first and didn't hit the high notes well, but later on she did fine and whacked the notes well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flumpool was cute too, they looked really good on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koda Kumi did really well, though I'm not her fan, her performance was quite fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMAP's Triangle was good and Kimura Takuya looked awesome on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Arashi?&lt;br /&gt;I must say, although I'm a fan and I can be really biased, they really, really impressed me.&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of their vocals as exceptionally good, but they pulled off two fast songs (their chart toppers Troublemaker and Monster), with perfectly pitched vocals, all while dancing (that they did really well too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand why people described Arashi's performances as 'dynamic', because it truly was. I finally get to see them live, and they really deserve to be where they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi did very well at hosting also, all of them looked good, and they weren't their usual playful selves, they were more composed, but at the same time not too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a female performer said "Go akagumi (red team; that's the girl's group)!", and Nino went, "chotto, chotto, NANI GUMI?!" (wait, wait, WHAT GROUP?!) because Arashi and the other guys are from the white team. I thought that was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They changed attire loads of times, with Ohno coming out to perform the Kaibutsu- Kun theme, which was HILARIOUS, because he had to dress up as Kaibutsu- Kun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno looked really good, Nino looked absolutely adorable, Aiba looked like his usual, happy self, Sho looked smart and also really happy, and Jun looked wayy better than usual with his hair spiked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I am so so proud of them and this is like, one of those glorious fandom moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IN THE END, THE WHITE TEAM WON (by quite a lot also)! YAAAAAAY *CELEBRATES*&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS SHIROGUMI &amp; ARASHI, OMEDETOU~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to be fair, I mean I did want the White team to win because of Arashi, but I could see that the Red team put in a lot of effort too, with bizzare outfits and props, and compared to the guys they looked like they were really singing their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally expecting them to win; even the judges wanted them to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the voting gave the win to Shirogumi (white), and the flag was passed to Arashi (Ohno, to be precise), and it was really awesome to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have newfound respect for Arashi, and many other artistes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6621831391982755283?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6621831391982755283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6621831391982755283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6621831391982755283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6621831391982755283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-i-watched-61st-kohaku-uta-gassen.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TR31Dt9fMdI/AAAAAAAABk8/NqIY_eIxo8c/s72-c/20101222_kohaku11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-273715203865769606</id><published>2010-12-31T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:25:57.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Less than two hours.&lt;br /&gt;They're all probably backstage, getting their makeup and attire done, rehearsing their lines, warming up their vocals, getting dance steps right.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably really lively, all of them chatting animatedly with one another, wishing each other good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home, praying that all goes well and they all have fun. I probably can't even watch it today, or even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD THIS FEELING SUCKS. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi ganbatte kudasai, anata tachi wa subarashii no bando desu~!&lt;br /&gt;ARASHI SAIKO!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not typing with my phone that's why this is in Romaji lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana Nishino mo ganbare ne, anata ga suki desu~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-273715203865769606?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/273715203865769606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=273715203865769606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/273715203865769606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/273715203865769606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/less-than-two-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-5352889694781205281</id><published>2010-12-30T18:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:44:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2010's gonna be over in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the rambling about Kohaku on 31st, it never occured to me that the next day was 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay I probably subconsciously knew it already, but it just didn't sink in.&lt;br /&gt;Wao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys if you're wondering where this 'wao' thing came from, I have a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FROM &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KAWAII PET MEGU&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556425149804822994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRxjPAspwdI/AAAAAAAABk0/eahNfjK20MM/s320/IMG_0064.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah that's my latest iPhone addiction. It's like a Tamagotchi that doesn't die. It also evolves and battles other Megu and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can also see that I named my Megu 'Kawaii' (under the part that says 'age'). I love my originality.&lt;/p&gt;Well my Kawaii always says "wao".&lt;br /&gt;OMG~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay *runs and hides in a corner*&lt;br /&gt;HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the original topic. It's gonna be 2011!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not realy sure how to feel about that, I mean, goodbye 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010's been an awesome year for me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will type whatever comes into my mind and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARASHI&lt;/span&gt; fandom, studying for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O LEVELS&lt;/span&gt; (there's some level of fun in that, come to think of it. Like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt;), picked up basic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAPANESE&lt;/span&gt;, played loads of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;VBALL&lt;/span&gt;, crapped A LOT in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;, started &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;CANDLELIGHT&lt;/span&gt;, got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kicked out of council&lt;/span&gt; (haha I actually cried because of that lor. But now, taking a look from the outside, I am so so glad to have been kicked out), &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with my LOVES (last year together; you have no idea how much I'm gonna miss you guys), went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/span&gt;, went to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HONGKONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;IPHONE&lt;/span&gt; (finally!), DIDN'T GET INTO ANY MAJOR &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TROUBLE &lt;/span&gt;WITH PARENTS (OMG?!), realised how much I actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my friends, developed a liking for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SANRIO&lt;/span&gt; because of Vel, fell in love with Korean drama &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLAYFUL KISS&lt;/span&gt;, fell in love with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Niji&lt;/span&gt; so much that I played it around 150 times already (it's the sweetest song I've ever heard, and although my craze over it has died down since June, I still love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously they're not in chronological order, and there's definitely so much more to that but I'm having trouble remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's been a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, new years call for new year resolutions~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I never keep because by February I'd have forgotten all my resolutions already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still gonna make one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;HERE GOES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Continue to improve my Japanese (I'm self studying now, and that's honestly not very easy, so if I could get classes and stuff that'd be so awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pass my piano exam. (and hopefully get a Merit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't bust my phone. (Ima try not to drop it, make it look like shit and stuff. I'll take very good care of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Finish Candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Improve my baking so that I can stop cheating by using premixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Study. (Yeah I have to study when school starts instead of slack all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Keep my table neat. (I spent three full days packing it, so I want to keep it nice and pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ima have to try and think of more but for now I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, apart from 'being a good daughter/ friend/ pet owner etc.', which is an OBVIOUS thing, and 'be a good Arashi fan', because I will if I continue to like them (but who knows what the future holds).&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOHAKU 2010'S PERFORMERS ARE ALL JAPANESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got the netizens really happy because they were worrying that the Korean artistes that released Japanese singles this year would make it on. (they're unhappy about Koreans invading the J-pop industry despite their lack of knowledge for the language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't supposed to be offensive, but I can totally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Red Team this year is very formidable, with veterans like Ayumi Hamasaki, Koda Kumi, and super good newcomers like Kana Nishino (love her), and netizens want them to win because the White Team has been winning for a little too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I gather, the White Team's also really strong, with ARASHI (of course), Tokio (Arashi's seniors), SMAP (also Arashi's seniors) and great newcomers like Flumpool (which had a chart topping single this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Shirogumi , win, because Arashi is hosting, and I don't care how biased that sounded, but you guys can lose next year, just win this one because Arashi is hosting it. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-5352889694781205281?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/5352889694781205281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=5352889694781205281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5352889694781205281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5352889694781205281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010s-gonna-be-over-in-2-days-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRxjPAspwdI/AAAAAAAABk0/eahNfjK20MM/s72-c/IMG_0064.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7484900210884914464</id><published>2010-12-29T23:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:14:34.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS~&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a real Chrismassy Christmas, there was turkey and gingerbread men and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556136503157859138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtctkJOI0I/AAAAAAAABkc/6E64zGv5IQE/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See we all so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtct_YmWKI/AAAAAAAABkk/xqdpqAM-oy0/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556136510470117538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtct_YmWKI/AAAAAAAABkk/xqdpqAM-oy0/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and handmade earrings. Mine's the snowman. If we sold this for 5 bucks would anyone buy them?&lt;br /&gt;JUST WONDERING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556136516518232178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtcuV6lQHI/AAAAAAAABks/V8ofjTR7rDc/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas itself was at the airport (that's where the LET'S TELL EVERYONE I'M GOING TO TOKYO thing came from)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got bored and went to Tampines to eat sushi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's this? It's PINO!&lt;br /&gt;What's that? WELL WHO CARES, ARASHI ADVERTISES FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's two more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi I hope you guys are not stressing out, because everyone knows you guys are gonna have fun, like last year.&lt;br /&gt;Nino shouted "Kohaku is super fun!" halfway through last year's performance, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man you guys are gonna be so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KOHAKU 09.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556128649106362722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVkZhbEWI/AAAAAAAABjs/MKLz97-OIpM/s320/snapshot20100103223646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556128651201790802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVkhVAw1I/AAAAAAAABj0/oZugtk62nzY/s320/snapshot20100103223811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556128652148354578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVkk2sLhI/AAAAAAAABj8/CQsUUbMWBx4/s320/snapshot20100103224150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVk34VjnI/AAAAAAAABkE/ikluo-MSpaA/s1600/snapshot20100103224349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556128657255534194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVk34VjnI/AAAAAAAABkE/ikluo-MSpaA/s320/snapshot20100103224349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even watch you guys but the pictures already look so wao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I'll watch if I can, because I really REALLY want to. And I don't know anyone that has channel 43, so I'm relying on downloads omg. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well if I don't manage to watch I'll still be supporting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVkCwTCPI/AAAAAAAABjk/qqjLbmQCpDE/s1600/heart.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556128642994735346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtVkCwTCPI/AAAAAAAABjk/qqjLbmQCpDE/s320/heart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556129603746085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtWb91RPGI/AAAAAAAABkM/x1yVGfykcHY/s320/arashi07dome-sa03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;がんばれ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,to Kana Nishino, who's also going on Kohaku, good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh you're performing Best Friend which is like WAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131840733297490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtYeLQlO1I/AAAAAAAABkU/fLYZW2nOqU4/s320/Kana%252BNishino%252Bkana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7484900210884914464?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7484900210884914464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7484900210884914464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7484900210884914464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7484900210884914464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-two-more-days-arashi-i-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TRtctkJOI0I/AAAAAAAABkc/6E64zGv5IQE/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8317014389846858416</id><published>2010-12-22T22:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:50:12.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORICON HITS TOP 100 SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi clinched 1, 2, 4, 5, 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP SINGLES&lt;br /&gt;Arashi released 6 singles this year, and they positioned&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6&lt;br /&gt;YES THEY OWNED. YAY. (wow they totally owned srsly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP ALBUMS&lt;br /&gt;Arashi got 2nd for Boku no Miteiru Fukei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMEDETOU!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kohaku 09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Leader Ohno Satoshi (29) promised "We'll continue to work hard next year to carry over this good feeling."&lt;br /&gt;Ninomiya Kazunari (26) also said, "We'll return to this place next year," promising to make a consecutive appearance at Kohaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- asianfanatics.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true to their promise, they return as hosts this year. Aww Arashi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW THEIR PERFORMANCE LAST YEAR WAS SO AWESOME A MALE AUDIENCE SHOUTED OUT 'ARASHI, KOHAKU ARIGAOU' TO THEM. THAT MEANS 'ARASHI, KOHAKU THANKS YOU.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol then halway through the performance the Kohaku host, Nakai, ran out.&lt;br /&gt;He is a self declared Arashi fan and couldn't stand being backstage, so he ran out to watch their performance. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, THEY WERE IN RED COSTUMES, THEN SUDDENLY LIKE, THE WHOLE STAGE GOT ENGULFED IN SMOKE, THEN WHEN IT CLEARED THEIR COSTUMES TURNED WHITE. WHAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T FIND A DOWNLOAD FOR IT THOUGH, SO I HAVENT WATCHED IT AND THAT SUCKS SO BAAD. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8317014389846858416?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8317014389846858416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8317014389846858416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8317014389846858416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8317014389846858416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/oricon-hits-top-100-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1680010215172055262</id><published>2010-12-18T05:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:21:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAI EVERYBODY IT'S 6AM AND I JUST FINISHED THE SKELETON FOR CANDLELIGHT AND CHAPTER 2 I AM SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo 20 chapters to go and it's the best I've ever done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Candlelight sounds lame well it has some meaning to it so it's staying that way.&lt;br /&gt;I thought above alternative could've been Sundays, Mondays and Candlelit Nights but it makes the whole thing sound like a chick flick so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay now I have to sleep because there's a barbecue later and everyone's coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHTIMEANMORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anybody happens to read it, I thought of the entire storyline, with a lot if help from my sister. Nothing was copied so any similarities to any person, dead or alive, or even fictional, is merely coincidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say that?&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight will be up on a sharing site when it's done~&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am totally getting ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez I'm acting like a noob right. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever I'm just excited because it's the bestest thing I've ever come up with.&lt;br /&gt;EVAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited about finally getting to this, because I kept saying I was gonna do it but never did. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. Good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1680010215172055262?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1680010215172055262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1680010215172055262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1680010215172055262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1680010215172055262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/hai-everybody-its-6am-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7751178395683660361</id><published>2010-12-15T01:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:28:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARASHI JET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG OMG OMG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550595868642314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TQetiMItCdI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8o3e-bWbw8o/s320/Arashijet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TQeslQ78JQI/AAAAAAAABjI/AVCHz1IqcyU/s1600/arashihet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550594821958935810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TQeslQ78JQI/AAAAAAAABjI/AVCHz1IqcyU/s320/arashihet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS IS ARASHI JET BY JAPAN AIRLINES. FOR REAL. A PLANE, FEATURING ARASHI. THEIR FACES, ON A FREAKING PLANE. THAT FLIES. AND IT'S PASSENGERS&lt;br /&gt;GET LIKE, FREE ARASHI ALBUMS AND STUFF. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM LIKE, SO SO HAPPY I AM SO PROUD OF THEM (':&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also I saw this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550835695432514562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TQiHp8jQPAI/AAAAAAAABjY/-gqOD7Qv-SU/s320/apple_daily_1_de_dic_hong_kong6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nino, Sho, Jun, Aiba, Ohno. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Hong Kong. And it's not like, I just saw it..&lt;br /&gt;THIS POSTER IS AT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR TRAIN STATIONS, EACH TRAIN STATION HAS ABOUT 10- 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so bad to take a picture with one but my dad would've screamed bloody murder, so I didn't. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWYAY, ARASHI AS POSTER BOYS FOR JAPAN!! YAYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here are some netizen's comments on Arashi being poster boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;OK, so Japanese people love Arashi, meanwhile the rest of the world has no clue. What is Japan famous for besides tech, sushi, and manga? BEAUTIFUL WOMEN.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Japan inadvertantly chooses to uphold the stereotype of "Japanese men look (are?) girly." Way. to. go.&lt;br /&gt;You could have gotten any hot Japanese girl to pose for this, we aren't familiar with famous Japanese actresses, and they would have been way better off. Also the logo emphasizes the traditional aspects of Japan, while people in other countries are more familiar and interested in (generally speaking) the modern tech, fashion, art and entertainment (not boy bands) of Japan ...not cherry blossom viewing (although it is awesome).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alanagreen.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have to agree with this comment to some extent. People from other parts of the world don't know who Arashi are. And they do look a teeny bit girly in the poster. ):&lt;br /&gt;But, most people still go to Japan for sightseeing and stuff even today, so I think the theme was appropriate, esp. that now it's the winter season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, ARASHI AS AMBASSADORS FOR JAPAN THAT SOMETHING FOR US FANS TO BE REAL PROUD OF SO YAY~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7751178395683660361?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7751178395683660361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7751178395683660361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7751178395683660361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7751178395683660361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/arashi-jet.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TQetiMItCdI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8o3e-bWbw8o/s72-c/Arashijet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-390643976450268902</id><published>2010-12-14T05:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:20:49.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I built us a house, thinking it would work.&lt;br /&gt;I lived in that house and honestly believed everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That house crashed when I realised I was its only occupant.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm buried under the rubble of my own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm gonna stop trying now.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be fulfilling that promise I last made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post has a downy tone to it, I know, but well everyone's gone anyway so it doesn't really bother me that much. .&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I must be charisma-less now to have lost so many of my readers. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm typing this post with my new iPhone (which can freaking type Japanese) so yaysie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I've gone nuts over several songs lately the past 2 and a half years, but haven't really gotten over just one.&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 years is long time to love something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about song crazes, OMG I'M NUTS OVER THIS SONG, AND IT ISN'T ARASHI, BUT IT SO CATCHY I HAVE TO ABUSE THE REPLAY BUTTON ON END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'd love to post the video here but I can't figure out how the heck you do that with an iPhone so oh well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpNs4zFfTkA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpNs4zFfTkA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Shawty, by CHEMISTRY ft. Synergy and OMG Ilurbzit.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get to the chorus to get its catchy- ness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本当に本当に好きです!! Sorry I just had to show off my newfound ability to type in Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-390643976450268902?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/390643976450268902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=390643976450268902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/390643976450268902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/390643976450268902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-built-us-house-thinking-it-would-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2412953611688977664</id><published>2010-12-13T01:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:53:17.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who remembered, wished me on facebook/ sms/ whatever~&lt;br /&gt;Where's a heart shape when I need one.. &lt;span style="font-size:500;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got it from facebook but THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and those who forgot, SHAME ON YOU. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay no I'm kidding but seriously no I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE FOR EVERYONE~&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Vel, for spending 12th with me and waiting over at my place till 12am&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I promise to use the planner + stickers + the pouch + the friendship bracelet + the other friendship bracelet + the other stuff you forgot to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY DADDY &amp;amp; MUMMY GOT ME AN IPHONE 4 LIKE FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Wow I got some $200 good progress award on my birthday. How timely (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2412953611688977664?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2412953611688977664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2412953611688977664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2412953611688977664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2412953611688977664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-to-everyone-who-remembered.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2422148784357142076</id><published>2010-12-04T01:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:51:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To prevent any misunderstandings, this angsty post isn't about relationship problems where I'm being all emo about my crush on some guy/ a third party/ any other relationship problem etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not attached, and my crush is a Japanese idol. I'm being completely truthful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just really want to scream at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What about me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what about me?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to "you're the best, and I really appreciate you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I'M NOT THE BEST. YOU DON'T REALLY APPRECIATE WHAT I DO OR WHAT I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE YOU DO, OR YOU DID AT THAT MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;But not enough. Just not enough to even remember, or to think of me as &lt;em&gt;someone you love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even know how much I care, how much I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it. I don't even have to see you or even talk to you, but I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I can &lt;em&gt;sense&lt;/em&gt; it, and that this is based on 'a girl's intuition'. I CAN SEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me for proof, I can quote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an instrument. A tool of yours to use when you need help or when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;After that you'd just chuck me aside and forget about me till you need help again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's about her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I swear this post isn't sparked by a relationship issue. Figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask me, I won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume, because you might cause some serious shit with wrong or even right assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DON'T ASK ME. DON'T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2422148784357142076?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2422148784357142076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2422148784357142076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2422148784357142076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2422148784357142076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-prevent-any-misunderstandings-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8315198126743436238</id><published>2010-12-01T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:43:10.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I BAKED RAINBOW CUPCAKES~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH HUH YES I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrO5HB-dI/AAAAAAAABig/7R-3QUqG19I/s1600/DSC04764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545737894745995730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrO5HB-dI/AAAAAAAABig/7R-3QUqG19I/s320/DSC04764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's making the colours for the cupcake AND I KNOW IT LOOKS LIKE PAINT, BUT IT ISN'T. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrOzN0VnI/AAAAAAAABiY/D0jmsWMMKbw/s1600/DSC04762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545737893163849330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrOzN0VnI/AAAAAAAABiY/D0jmsWMMKbw/s320/DSC04762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, yes it does look like a lot of colouring was used but it was an approximate of 2-3 drops per bowl so that isn't a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545737900600049442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrPO6vvyI/AAAAAAAABio/KAmU0_-04jY/s320/DSC04765.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they're baking in the oven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrPZNdEfI/AAAAAAAABiw/YXyJdDV0IYM/s1600/DSC04766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545737903362871794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrPZNdEfI/AAAAAAAABiw/YXyJdDV0IYM/s320/DSC04766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545738369312387618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrqhAeciI/AAAAAAAABjA/F1Z9PUHuRcg/s320/DSC04772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;WAHLA CUPCAKES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I also made icing and sprinkled hundreds and thousands duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545737911180844994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrP2VZ38I/AAAAAAAABi4/r4j0ZrOuNhk/s320/DSC04768.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG YOU BITE IT.. AND IT'S A RAINBOW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHIT I'M SO PRO :3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8315198126743436238?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8315198126743436238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8315198126743436238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8315198126743436238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8315198126743436238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-baked-rainbow-cupcakes-uh-huh-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TPZrO5HB-dI/AAAAAAAABig/7R-3QUqG19I/s72-c/DSC04764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1067538300126421560</id><published>2010-11-29T02:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:24:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KEEP FORGETTING TAHDO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI ANYONE WHO'S STILL READING CAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE ABANDONED MY BLOG ALREADY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Yes that's my inferiority complex kicking in. I want assurance and I feel like an attention seeking ass now but whatever. Let's move on.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL BE IN HONG KONG FROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6th TO 11th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So well if anyone wants to contact me but maybe no one wants to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Here it comes again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't contact me on those dates and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE ACCOUNTED FOR MY ABSENCE ALREADY IT'S YOUR FAULT IF YOU DIDN'T READ MY BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I've finished watching Playful Kiss + all the special episodes and the making and BSJ's diary.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like.. the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, PLAYFUL KISS TRANSPORTED ME INTO A BEAUTIFUL WORLD SERIOUSLY. ):&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE MOST RIDICUOUS QUESTION EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no such thing as a stupid question."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that, our primary school teachers' favourite sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL IT'S A LIE.&lt;br /&gt;The past two months I have encountered, more than just once, one of the dumbest questions ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is your exam uh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's at 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"In the afternoon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That folks, is an asinine question. I don't know why, but I get increasingly annoyed at this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay call me irritable, but just having to reply "yeah," to that makes me feel like I'm having a low IQ conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a genius nor do I especially concern about how clever I sound when speaking, but it's such a turnoff. ):&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart doesn't drop, it sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't drop and land with a thud on your diaphragm or whatever it'd land on, it sinks, as if initially floating on water, and someone pushes it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really quickly, with a passing thought. Someone shoves it down, and it sinks, but it comes back up again, bobbing at the water surface, forming ripples as it steadies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really slowly, and for a long time. Someone places a hand over it, slowly, agonisingly pushing it downwards. Even when it reaches the bottom, the hand doesn't let go, not for some time at least.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe it'd release it's vice grip really suddenly, maybe it'd slowly let your heart resurface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, a sinking heart never feels good. It makes you want to cry, but that sensation isn't just about enough to bring tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1067538300126421560?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1067538300126421560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1067538300126421560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1067538300126421560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1067538300126421560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-keep-forgetting-tahdo-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6093089726133907933</id><published>2010-11-25T21:30:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:09:23.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW WOW WOW SO MANY THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do it in this order then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom, class chalet, room packing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOM GUSHING ON PLAYFUL KISS WILL BE INSERTED ANYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROM NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have LOADS of photos to upload, and I'm not uploading all of 'em here, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543481504272570306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nDrkdV8I/AAAAAAAABfc/BxAgTQF42zI/s320/DSCF3835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nHDrooPI/AAAAAAAABf8/Zy7zzO02YM8/s1600/DSCF3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543481562284728562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nHDrooPI/AAAAAAAABf8/Zy7zzO02YM8/s320/DSCF3843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole, Mei, WenMin, Denicia. GROUPSHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nGzyej_I/AAAAAAAABf0/ZRfx8QzrIWo/s1600/DSCF3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543481558018461682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nGzyej_I/AAAAAAAABf0/ZRfx8QzrIWo/s320/DSCF3841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WM &amp;amp; D. WE IS HAWTZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nFfiMCTI/AAAAAAAABfs/coj8rWEwbPg/s1600/DSCF3838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543481535401560370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nFfiMCTI/AAAAAAAABfs/coj8rWEwbPg/s320/DSCF3838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vel &amp;amp; Jan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543481518879174930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nEh-8cRI/AAAAAAAABfk/kMoKJWOjwhA/s320/DSCF3837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;RACHAEL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543494898875295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zPWWm6BI/AAAAAAAABhM/_yJdjAwQvUc/s320/Together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prettiest girls in school took a group shot. Uh huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543493353299655698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x1YoqPBI/AAAAAAAABgE/-nfm5knKysY/s320/DSCF3845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KEN~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x2_MuZ4I/AAAAAAAABgM/qDnSg6-j-3M/s1600/DSCF3846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543493380831340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x2_MuZ4I/AAAAAAAABgM/qDnSg6-j-3M/s320/DSCF3846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vel &amp;amp; Ken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken: I WAS LAUGHING AT SOMETHING FUNNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zOVMLgqI/AAAAAAAABg0/1T1Xw9pDTa4/s1600/DSCF3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543494881383252642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zOVMLgqI/AAAAAAAABg0/1T1Xw9pDTa4/s320/DSCF3863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VEL VEL VEL VEL VEL. (AND YOU OWE ME PHOTOS IF YOU'RE READING THIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zN4YG2yI/AAAAAAAABgs/fh8Jhd8LKJk/s1600/DSCF3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543494873648651042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zN4YG2yI/AAAAAAAABgs/fh8Jhd8LKJk/s320/DSCF3861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUYI~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x5HPKDnI/AAAAAAAABgk/a72bgMCGMYI/s1600/DSCF3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543493417348763250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x5HPKDnI/AAAAAAAABgk/a72bgMCGMYI/s320/DSCF3854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEREMIAH. WE THE LINE YO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x43q3gaI/AAAAAAAABgc/pqU6q3yaPzs/s1600/DSCF3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543493413170020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x43q3gaI/AAAAAAAABgc/pqU6q3yaPzs/s320/DSCF3853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE BALLOONS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x4MwrqmI/AAAAAAAABgU/emske6-biSs/s1600/DSCF3849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543493401651685986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5x4MwrqmI/AAAAAAAABgU/emske6-biSs/s320/DSCF3849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jav &amp;amp; Vel. And my unglamorously open mouth. Why was it open gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543496299785128754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO50g5JiizI/AAAAAAAABhU/PCHx4jGG6GQ/s320/DSCF3875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/ Mr Toh, CHEMISTRY TEACHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543496991211821378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO51JI6gmUI/AAAAAAAABhk/fGHwnDQvSFY/s320/DSCF3866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gio &amp;amp; Vel (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO50hYaOEII/AAAAAAAABhc/8sTj23I8-0s/s1600/DSCF3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543496308176588930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO50hYaOEII/AAAAAAAABhc/8sTj23I8-0s/s320/DSCF3877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543494885502853010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zOkiXn5I/AAAAAAAABg8/pCmAJglRg_M/s320/DSCF3869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MR CHANDRA, CAUSE I LOVE BAI- OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zPKg2ngI/AAAAAAAABhE/fIFn7I0RruI/s1600/DSCF3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543494895697042946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5zPKg2ngI/AAAAAAAABhE/fIFn7I0RruI/s320/DSCF3878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan; and I CAN HAZ BALLOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, ALL IN ALL, PROM WAS AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food was good, the host was.. somewhat disturbing but I guess the games were sorta fun. IT WAS FUN LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THANKS AH JIE FOR COMING OVER TO HELP. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayz class chalet day 1 (because I only went for day 1 lol) @ Coasta Sands Pasir Ris!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS OMG OMG OMG ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vel and I went together and reached at around 5:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brought a Vball and tried to play at Pasir Ris Park, BUT WE COULDN'T FIND A SPOT SO IT WAS 100% FAIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returned to the chalet at 6+ and the BBQ was starting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND EVERYONE WAS NUTS OVER PLAYFUL KISS AND THEY ALL WATCH FINISH ALREADY LEH WL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(toldya, random gushing about Playful Kiss inserted ANYWHERE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543509056998901298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6AHdeUhjI/AAAAAAAABhs/hFsyX-mrvcQ/s320/playful-kiss_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the BESTEST. I swear, I have NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE CRIED NOR LAUGHED SO HARD WATCHING A DRAMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Ha Ni cries, I cry. When she does something completely ridiculous, well that's just too cute. And at the start of the show you'd be like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OMG This HaNi main character girl isn't even pretty" BUT IT LIKE, GROWS ONYA AND NOW I THINK SHE'S GORGEOUS. (Though she's supposed to be the ugly kind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the characters are absolutey LOVABLE, even the bad girl's so darned pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baek Seung Jo's mum (yes, MOTHER) is so pretty and cute no kidding. And you've got to watch to understand but I could totally have a crush on her. Okay I know that sounds so wrong, but SRSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO I'M NOT LIKE, OVER NINO. HE'S STILL NUMBER 1 HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY BACK TO THE CHALET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys were playing ULTRAMAN (uh huh), and so V &amp;amp; I went to help with the cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FANNED COAL, SPREAD BUTTER, TESTED FOOD TO SEE WHETHER IT WAS COOKED YET, ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS, DRANK.. DRINKS (oh yeah), SHOUTED AT THE BOYS FOR NOT HELPING ETC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, boys got guilty and took over the cooking after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;-Tsk you know I want to upload pictures but they're all on facebook and for some reason facebook REFUSES to load.-&lt;/s&gt; Oh okay it loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C4v6pW1I/AAAAAAAABiM/YY_y6VQ-rZQ/s1600/ULTRAMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512102786390866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C4v6pW1I/AAAAAAAABiM/YY_y6VQ-rZQ/s320/ULTRAMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the ULTRAMAN the guys were playing. JQ PLAYED, LOST TO THE COMPUTER A THOUSAND TIMES, AND ALMOST LOST TO VEL (who hasn't played before). LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C4KfDgSI/AAAAAAAABiE/Q_tXQTkW6u4/s1600/Smilezo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512092738552098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C4KfDgSI/AAAAAAAABiE/Q_tXQTkW6u4/s320/Smilezo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C3wZZMTI/AAAAAAAABh8/IttNj9BjuvQ/s1600/SatayWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512085735485746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C3wZZMTI/AAAAAAAABh8/IttNj9BjuvQ/s320/SatayWoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IDK WHAT I'M DOING. I AM SAMSUI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C3s6C0kI/AAAAAAAABh0/bFasOZTvjT0/s1600/4Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543512084798689858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO6C3s6C0kI/AAAAAAAABh0/bFasOZTvjT0/s320/4Faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Celebrating Weidi's birthday. CLASS PHOTO. I think this is one of the self organised class events with such awesome attendance. Or maybe the only one (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went up and played Cheat with the peeps and it was EPIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody cheated (even on the first play) and haha it was damn funny. There was once like, the number 10 came out 6 times in a row but nobody dared to call cheat. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then UMM.. I STARTED GETTING HIGH AND I THINK I LAUGHED FOR LIKE, 1 AND A HALF HOURS STRAIGHT. Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we sat down and sang songs, with Timothy and William playing the guitar and XinYing, Vel and I just sitting around and singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG THEN IT WAS CATCHERS AND SEEKERS AT 1am AT PASIR RIS PARK IT WAS THE SCARIEST SHIT EVAR. BUT HELL, IT WAS SO FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like amazing race, 'cept that the people looking for clues, termed "Seekers", also had to run from the "Catchers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a Seeker along with Vel, XinYing, Junhao, JianQiang &amp;amp; Shervinder on my team. Oh, and there was a total of 3 teams of seekers, and A LOT of catchers (WHY!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal: to uncover the 10 digit password to ZhunHung's (gamemaster) phone, using clues hidden at 3 bounded areas of the park. All the seekers were working tgt so we kept in contact by sms, though we split into different groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind that it was like, 1am, so it was all dark and freaky. Seekers wore rainbow coloured glowsticks around their wrists, catchers had red, and wore bells at their wrists and ankles to inform the Seekers of their presence. (So that the Seekers hear already faster ride/ hide la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catchers were released 15 minutes after the Seekers set off, and in that 15 mins we ran all the way to make good use of the time we had to make as much noise as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to a maze and JunHao found the first clue, then we ran to the playground to find the second clue atop a pyramid thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clues all damn kp one, give us 30 random numbers not in order ask us to find median. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE HAD TO DO IT WHILE RUNNING AWAY FROM CATCHERS LOR WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided that we should walk by the beach because Catchers were being released already, and we ran there, AND ENDED UP RUNNING SHIN DEEP IN MUD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, XinYing &amp;amp; Shervinder lost their slippers so that wasn't fun, haha.&lt;br /&gt;They dug their slippers out though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a Seeker from another group called and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't go area 2, down there got Timothy's group of catchers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we thought we were headed to area 3 but NOO, our navigation was screwed and 2 minutes later, we heard bells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT, IT'S THE BELLS, THEY'RE HERE. WHY SO FAST UH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NO LA CRICKET LA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Red glowsticks in the distance.. someone shouts "OI THEY'RE HERE"*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OKAY SHIT IT'S THEM. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole groups split into two paths, and I stupidly went to hide against a tree. Timothy ran past chasing XY &amp;amp; JH, didn't see me LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Shervinder joined me, and Nicholas ran past chasing JQ, didn't see us LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IN THE END THE WHOLE GROUP GOT CAUGHT 'CEPT SHERVINDER AND I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were hopelessly lost &amp;amp; alone in the middle of Pasir Ris Park at 1:30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT COOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for a bit and got really freaked out cos we nearly bumped into a bunch of 20+year old rowdy men, and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HEARD BELLS. OH JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw red glowsticks, and YAY, JIM, JUHAN, WYNNE AND WENCHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed them Cathers and got reunited with the rest of the team, went to fetch the remaining clues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to fetch Vel and I at 3+am in the morning (HOW COOL IS THAT), and that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS SO FUN SRSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOM PACKING.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN PACKING MY STUDY ROOM FOR TWO DAYS STRAIGHT AND NOW IT'S SO CLEAN AND WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IMA PACK THE BEDROOM TOMORROW HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND ONE MORE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4dSk62U8ug?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4dSk62U8ug?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOL-ED SO HARD WHEN I SAW THIS.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus from Arashi gushing for awhile 'cause I'm too caught up gushing about Playful Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I STILL LOVE ARASHI AND HAVE NOT ABANDONED MY FANDOM SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also less news from Arashi nowadays. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6093089726133907933?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6093089726133907933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6093089726133907933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6093089726133907933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6093089726133907933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-wow-wow-so-many-things-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TO5nDrkdV8I/AAAAAAAABfc/BxAgTQF42zI/s72-c/DSCF3835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2253082793343658038</id><published>2010-11-18T13:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:40:59.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hatenai Sora weekly oricon charts #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARASHI SAIKO!&lt;br /&gt;嵐最高！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, started on Playful Kiss already. OMG IT IS SO ADDICTIVE AND FUNNY AND HAHA AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And KHJ's getting hotter and hotter..&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS WHY I'M SO WATCHING YAMADA TARO MONOGATARI/ SAIGO NO YAKUSOKU AFTER THIS. NINO WHERE ARE YOUUUUU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch drama after drama this hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND MY DAD GOT US A WII!!&lt;br /&gt;This mattered a lot more than it did after I found out Arashi endorses Nintendo Wii, and the adverts, they made it look so fun and they were so cute. So I'm actually excited for my dad to set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a video game noob though (unlike Nino D:), I can't operate a PSP, and I only know how to play Cooking Mama on a DS. I can go as far as Gameboy SP though. :P&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY POKEMON.&lt;br /&gt;I'd get stuck in a cave or smth.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Prom later :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems so long since I threw myself in a dress, painted my nails and made myself look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure I feel pretty today, and I'm gonna have fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2253082793343658038?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2253082793343658038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2253082793343658038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2253082793343658038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2253082793343658038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/11/hatenai-sora-weekly-oricon-charts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4101943135859578947</id><published>2010-11-16T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:15:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI EVERYONE I'M BAAAACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT MEANS MORE FANGIRLING AND STUFF YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ARASHI'S HATENAI SORA TOPPED DAILY ORICON CHARTS. ARASHI IS ALSO TAKING PART IN KOHAKU UTA GASSEN FOR THE SECOND TIME, THIS TIME THEY'RE HOSTS OF THE WHITE TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;(Which is the guy team la)&lt;br /&gt;AND AND I DIDN'T KNOW THAT KOHAKU WAS SUCH A BIG DEAL UNTIL KEN LINKED ME BUT OMG&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SUCH A BIG DEAL AND I AM SO PROUD OF ARASHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm watching Arashi no Shukudai- Kun LIKE FINALLY OKAY BYE I GO WATCH I'LL BE BACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4101943135859578947?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4101943135859578947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4101943135859578947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4101943135859578947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4101943135859578947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-everyone-im-baaaack-and-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6518939494261182832</id><published>2010-11-03T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:35:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad: JUST WEAR T-SHIRT &amp; JEANS TO PROM LA CANNOT MEH.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *Smacks dad* TSK! *glare*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: THEN I THOUGHT I ASKED YOU TO TRIM YOUR NAILS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Tsk, she leaving it for prom la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LOL MUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIKANCHI DOUBLE SECRET TALK FROM A LONG LONG TIME AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi: You're working on a butai right, Nino? (Butais are sorta like, stage plays)&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sho: I'm going to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: GOING GOING~&lt;br /&gt;Nino: It's fine if you don't come.&lt;br /&gt;Sho: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: I wanna go and watch from the very first row!&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Well if you really wanna see it...&lt;br /&gt;Sho: I thought we could get a good view.&lt;br /&gt;Jun: Hey what would you do if the four of us went and sat at the very first row?&lt;br /&gt;Nino: I won't come out to act. I won't come out.&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: So we'll go sit in front one by one then.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Huh?? (I swear the way Nino said that was so cute. It was like, "Ha?")&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: You don't want us sitting down together, so we'll stream in one by one! :3&lt;br /&gt;Sho: Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Hey but why do you guys want to sit in front!&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: If we sit in front we'll get eye contact! Then we could like, encourage you to work hard while you're acting, ne.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: But it's okay even if you guys don't sit in the first row.&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: No matter what happens, I still want to sit in front... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: So this is the end of our secret talk!&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: I wanna do a cheer!&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Oh the 337 cheer!&lt;br /&gt;Sho: It's a type of clap, right.&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: YEPP.&lt;br /&gt;Jun: Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Leader, quick.&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Kay... YO~~! (Then it gets ultra loud)&lt;br /&gt;Arashi: *clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap!* YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;        *clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap!*  ARRGGH!&lt;br /&gt;        *clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap!* AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;Sho: WHERE'S THE GHOST! (Their 'Arrrghhh's sounded like ghost screeches)&lt;br /&gt;Arashi: clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap clap clap, clap!* &lt;br /&gt;Nino: Thank you very much! *Arashi echoes*&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Surely, there will be mothers of young fans saying, "What the heck is this?!"&lt;br /&gt;Jun: That's Aiba for you. (Aiba was the one screeching like a mad ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE THEM. &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not sure if I got who said what correct, it was hard to differentiate their voices because they were really soft, sometimes even murmuring, and also, mostly a few of them were talking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED O'S TO END SO I CAN FEED MY FANDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6518939494261182832?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6518939494261182832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6518939494261182832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6518939494261182832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6518939494261182832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/11/dad-just-wear-t-shirt-jeans-to-prom-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7237753990605265173</id><published>2010-10-26T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:07:29.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TMbsWdcZltI/AAAAAAAABfM/UPdRtT2EXXA/s1600/ASIANSFTW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TMbsWdcZltI/AAAAAAAABfM/UPdRtT2EXXA/s320/ASIANSFTW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532369062876255954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON KEVJUMVA'S VID, 'I FORGOT MY BUTTPADS'.&lt;br /&gt;SOME BLONDE CHICK SAID, "THE ASIANS" AND ROLLED HER EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, ASIANS FTW. THAT'S 97 LIKES. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I'M BOASTING.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THE PV PREVIEW OF HATENAI SORA IS OUT. ANOTHER SINGLE FOR NINO AGAIN, THIS TIME FOR HIS DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;IT LOOKS DARN GOOD. Also, Nino finally got rid of his previous hairstyle, and though it's still long, he looks a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA's also going to Hollywood to act in some US dance flick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's are amost over. I can do it, so far, still fine.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who gets close to you will soon find out, because their turn will come.&lt;br /&gt;You've got loads of them don't you? That's why you can afford to jump from one to another. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it isn't safe to say you're a liar, but you always contradict your words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7237753990605265173?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7237753990605265173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7237753990605265173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7237753990605265173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7237753990605265173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-kevjumvas-vid-i-forgot-my-buttpads.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TMbsWdcZltI/AAAAAAAABfM/UPdRtT2EXXA/s72-c/ASIANSFTW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-59010571371362185</id><published>2010-10-18T01:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:02:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arashi's new single, Hatenai Sora PV releases on 10th Nov!&lt;br /&gt;AND I'VE HEARD THE PREVIEW, IT. SOUNDS. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and they chatted with Cameron Diaz and Tom Cruise on VS Arashi (one of their variety shows). I HEARD IT WAS EPIC OMG I'M SO WATCHING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz arrived in a Limo. O_O&lt;br /&gt;And Arashi was standing in a row in tuxes waiting for them. Haha they got all fidgety and nervous awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said stuff and Cameron Diaz went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WHO DOESN'T KNOW YOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The translater then translates it into Japanses, and they're like "AWW" and they burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE THEY PLAYED SOME GIANT COIN STACKING JENGA ON A SPINNING PLATFORM THING, HEHEHEH NINO LOOKED SO CUTE PILING THE COINS UP.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, the whole Arashi looked cute.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sucks, I don't know what you're talking about anymore; we don't even talk to each other. We're gonna drift apart just like that.&lt;br /&gt;You're not even making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMX CAME OVER YESTERDAY IT HAS BEEN FOREVER SINCE I MET THEM AND IT WAS A PITY I WAS HALF STUDYING WHILE TALKING TO THEM BUT IT WAS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that you saw me see you the other day. I saw that you saw me see you look away.&lt;br /&gt;RHYMEZO.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY BEEN IN A DISNEY PRINCESS MOOD LATELY I'M BREAKING OUT IN SONGS THAT DO SOUND LIKE THEY POPPED OUT OF A DISNEY MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;Disney should really hire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME WITH ME INTO MY WORLD OF HAPPINESS...&lt;br /&gt;and pixies..&lt;br /&gt;and fairies..&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIFFER VERY GOOD BOY.&lt;br /&gt;He just recovered from some stomach issues and he's just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Woke my sis and I up at night to make us open the doors for him so he could puke outside. TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At a promotional event for the highly-anticipated periodical film ‘Ohoku’, which stars Shibasaki Koh and Arashi’s Ninomiya Kazunari, the cast were present to thank the fans that supported them. They also revealed that the film has been getting quite a number of offers to be released overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As of now, the movie drew in an audience of more than 1 million, and is a certified blockbuster with a gross of 13 billion yen since its opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a good chance that this movie will open in theatres in North America as several positive reviews for the movie have already been made. Fans in some Asian nations, such as Taiwan, should remain hopeful as their theatres have already extended an offer to the ‘Ohoku’ team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during the event, the director was asked whether he’s planning to make a sequel for the movie. He confessed that he has not yet planned if he’ll make one, but seeing how much people have enjoyed the movie, he’s motivated to make something that will thrill the audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMYGOSH SINGAPORE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;AND OHOKU GOING TO AMERICA EQUALS ENGLISH SUBS SOON SO YAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved downstairs and I'll be there for the next month.&lt;br /&gt;It's so exciting IDK why, but maybe I'll snap a picture of the room and post it up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-59010571371362185?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/59010571371362185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=59010571371362185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/59010571371362185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/59010571371362185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-promotional-event-for-highly.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4256101220059372655</id><published>2010-10-13T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:35:48.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I like the looks of this week's Oricon charts, DEAR SNOW'S NUMBER 1. :D&lt;br /&gt;No, weekly number one is wayy better than daily, so yeah, in case you're wondering why I'm announcing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the single sold 500 000 copies in the first week. :D&lt;br /&gt;CONGRAGULATIONS ARASHI!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I REALISE HOW DANGEROUSLY CLOSE O'S ARE YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU GIVE ME THE FACE, HUH.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE A MUGGER BE PROUD OF IT LA, I DON'T LIKE THEN YOU NOT HAPPY MEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;THAT JUST SHOWS THAT YOU THINK MUGGING IS AN EMBARASSING THING.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, TOO BAD FOR YOU, IT'S LIKE, BEING EMBARASSED OF THE ONLY THING YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY, ZHEN DE YIDDIN'YEOWDOOSHOOO LIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4256101220059372655?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4256101220059372655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4256101220059372655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4256101220059372655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4256101220059372655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-i-like-looks-of-this-weeks-oricon.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7423700239280855727</id><published>2010-10-09T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:26:57.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI LOVELIES DEAR SNOW IS TODAY'S ORICON CHARTS NUMBER 1.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoku made 500 million yen box office in it's first week of release! &lt;br /&gt;OMYGOSSSSHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other people want to do with their lives is not your business.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even concern you, so why get bothered by it?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I criticise/ write about something on my blog, don't bother asking me about it, because I'll tell you if I want to. I mean, you could ask me, but if I choose to keep my mouth shut it doesn't mean I was actually flaming you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it isn't about you, I wouldn't tell you about it if I didn't intend to already. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that explains my reactions to the questions I've received about my posts.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VIDEO IN ONE OF MY PREVIOUS BLOGPOSTS (TWO POSTS AGO), THE LIVE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER HOW MUCH THAT MASSIVE LOAD OF CONFETTI AT 2:10 COST THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7423700239280855727?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7423700239280855727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7423700239280855727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7423700239280855727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7423700239280855727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/10/ohoku-made-500-million-yen-box-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7519845177788217874</id><published>2010-10-05T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:52:02.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RxGPjt7dc8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RxGPjt7dc8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT DON'T BE M18.&lt;br /&gt;They totally did it la.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The press then asked the actors what they would do to get up in the ranks of a harem if Ohoku were reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninomiya said he would do what he has been for the past 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;“I would start by singing every Arashi song from our debut single to our latest one,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His co-star, also said she would make use of her profession.&lt;br /&gt;“I would sit by his side and do anything he wanted or I’d make a play that would show off myself (laughs),” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was the first time Ninomiya and Shibasaki had worked together, and the popstar could not help but praise his co-star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She smelled really good. Obviously, she shows amazing emotions and is an amazing actress, but on top of that she smells human, and smells like a girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Nino sniffed Kou. (Who is a year older than him)&lt;br /&gt;And that's cool because I also identify things by smell.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhObIO_WBKM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhObIO_WBKM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S SORTA LIKE THE FULL TRAILER THOUGH THERE ARE NO SUBS BUT HE'S SO CUTE DID YOU SEE THE PART HE STEPPED ON THE HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And IDK what's up with the last part that was probably done by some crazy fangirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7519845177788217874?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7519845177788217874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7519845177788217874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7519845177788217874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7519845177788217874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/10/shit-dont-be-m18.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-992351087363199600</id><published>2010-10-01T19:12:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:09:41.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE VLOGGER I WROTE ABOUT BELOW ACTUALLY REPLIED TO MY COMMENT IDK WHY I'M SO HYPED UP ABOUT THIS, BUT WELL, DIDN'T THINK SHE'D REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523840333898256466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKifhGH7EFI/AAAAAAAABfE/oEKSpNMbm6A/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are gonna have to strain your eyes a bit to read but for the sake of me, I can't figure out how to enlarge it without distorting the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arashi fans are getting pretty concerned about their health now, aren't we? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34mpl-dFTQg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34mpl-dFTQg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DEAR SNOW THEME SONG FOR OHOKU!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ^ (Picture thumbnail thingy) IS NOT NINO, THAT'S SAKURAI SHO. -__-&lt;br /&gt;YAY NINO STARTS AND HE HAS A FAIRLY LONG SOLO-ISH PART FROM 1:45 TO 2:08, THOUGH HE WAS LATER JOINED BY OHNO BUT OMGOMGOMG!!&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS WINK AT 1:18 *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But THIS(below) is Nino (again, picture thumbnail thingy). He's the one in front! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMefz2rexsY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMefz2rexsY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE'S THE PV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNOW IT ISN'T RELEASED YET, BUT WHAT THE HELL, HOW DO I KNOW WHY IT'S ON YT ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY LOOK SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino's gonna be makin' out with a dude in Ohoku (LOADS OF NGs FOR THE SHOOT)&lt;br /&gt;It's described to be "soft and warm".&lt;br /&gt;O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dear Snow's coming out in 3 days~&lt;br /&gt;(This is typed on 3rd Oct! [IDK I HAVE A HABIT OF ADDING ON TO OLD POSTS])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's their fifth single this year, along with their album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how do they do that.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi please stay healthy and don't freaking overwork yourselves I still want to listen to you guys for a long time to come you know. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, HATENAI SORA (YES ANOTHER SINGLE) FOR NINO'S NEW DRAMA'S COMING OUT TOOOO! THAT MAKES SIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dramas (Aiba also has a drama coming out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this makes me more worried about them overworking themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, discovered Amaieggchan on YT, she's an Arashi fan vlogger!&lt;br /&gt;And she's also super cute (not to mention she freaking orders everything Arashi ever produces), She's white, by the way, and speaks fluent Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;Great, ANOTHER AVENUE TO GET ARASHI NEWS WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont' want to feel this way you know, but...&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying, and you're taking this for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;OHOKU.&lt;br /&gt;YESS LIKE AFTER 4 YEARS FINALLY ANOTHER MOVIE WHERE NINO'S PLAYING THE LEAD ROLE'S OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you included him as a lead for Letters from Iwo Jima, which would be technically wrong because Ken Watanabe was lead. Though you actually saw more of Nino than anyone else in LFIJ. -__-&lt;br /&gt;If not, it's been seven years since Ao no Honou. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressomoment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not comfortable with hopping onto my chair and deciding to watch Ao no Honou after O's.&lt;br /&gt;Nino plays a killer, I believe I've mentioned several times before, and as if that isn't unsettling enough, at the end of the movie he freaking commits suicide.&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen to my poor heart ):&lt;br /&gt;NOW BACK TO TOPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH HE LOOKS TOTALLY UNHOT IN THIS I'M SO GLAD BECAUSE I'LL TOTALLY WATCH IT AFTER O'S.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE STARS WITH MEGA HOT KOU SHIBASAKI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118947274062770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPa3h_-7I/AAAAAAAABd0/NCFOkWFgoWY/s320/Kou+Shibasaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118951076174818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPbFsfm-I/AAAAAAAABd8/2YaBwj0GASw/s320/shibasaki_kou_cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she looks like the super mean, bitchy type eh?&lt;br /&gt;Kay, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying she's super mean and bitchy. I mean, for all you know she's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't follow her, so that's really all I've got to say. She is pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SHE SORTA PLAYS THE HBIC IN OHOKU ANYWAY HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE HERE'S ONE OF THE PICTURES FOR OHOKU AND I ALREADY TOLD YOU NINO'S BALD AND NOT HOT. :/ But I still think he's cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPcJBJbgI/AAAAAAAABeU/_ODhYP7sX_o/s1600/ooku1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118969147977218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPcJBJbgI/AAAAAAAABeU/_ODhYP7sX_o/s320/ooku1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118953304738738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPbN_0y7I/AAAAAAAABeE/SSUCpWsM--w/s320/2010-07-25_Ooku-450x264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He still looks as innocent as ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPcHWTh_I/AAAAAAAABeM/FQIK-OJ9wKw/s1600/ooku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118968699848690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKYPcHWTh_I/AAAAAAAABeM/FQIK-OJ9wKw/s320/ooku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The movie is based on an popular manga ^, 'Ooku'!&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, IT'S BASED IN THE EDO PERIOD WHERE THERE'S A DECLINING POPULATION OF MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men : Women&lt;br /&gt;1 : 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH HERE'S THE SYNOPSIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The film is set in an alternate version of Japan in which a disease has drastically decreased the male population, turning the nation into a matriarchal society in which young men are treated as a precious commodity never to be risked in sports or war. Within the story, gender roles and names are typically reversed. Ninomiya stars as a commoner named Mizuno who enters the Ohoku (inner palace) in order to earn money for his family by becoming a member of the all-male harem. Soon, new shogun Tokugawa Yoshimune (Shibasaki) selects him as her first consort, triggering a long-standing Ooku tradition which could mean his death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh it sounds so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-992351087363199600?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/992351087363199600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=992351087363199600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/992351087363199600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/992351087363199600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-want-to-feel-this-way-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TKifhGH7EFI/AAAAAAAABfE/oEKSpNMbm6A/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1238710299493073354</id><published>2010-09-29T19:12:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:09:57.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would really appreciate it if you guys would take the time to read Nino's lyrics for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1992*4##111&lt;/span&gt; below, because it's so freaking adorable. You'll also find out why the song has such a weird title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Nino probably just closed his eyes and spammed his keyboard keys.&lt;br /&gt;"HAI, THIS IS THE TITLE THEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Arashi is releasing another new single, Dear Snow, on October 6th! Dear Snow is the theme song for upcoming movie, “Ooku” (will be released on October 1st), which stars one of their members, Ninomiya Kazunari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEHEEHEEEE :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA will be making a surprise appearance on a Korean drama titled "Athena: Goddess of War," which is a spin off of the hit drama "Iris." In the episode which will be filmed in mid-August, BoA will star as a singer who gets taken hostage by terrorists while preparing for a show in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRIS IS GOOD. YAY MORE FOR ME TO WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTED FROM JPA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the Koreans invading the Japanese music industry?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, BoA could do that, she actually knows how to speak Japanese and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others don't actually know shit about properly pronounciating, much less speaking Japanese, and they're releasing Japanese singles and stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WANT TO MASS DOWNLOAD TRACKS FROM ARASHI'S BOKU NO MITEIRU FUUKEI (which is another one of their chart topping albums[As of August 2010, Boku no Miteiru Fūkei is the best-selling album of 2010 in Japan.]), BUT MY LAPPIE IS LAGGING AND I SHOULD REALLY BE STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I WENT ON THE MASS DOWNLOADING SPREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1992*4##111&lt;/span&gt;, composed and performed by Nino.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE TITLE, YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Nino, it's supposed to be read as 'Tokubetsu', which means special.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CUTE IS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it sounds so jazzy at first :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDmL6eprCv0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDmL6eprCv0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINO WRITES CUTE SONGS ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1992*4##111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Words and Music by Ninomiya Kazunari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Because it’s embarrassing,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to send you this message in code. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.&lt;br /&gt;As for a hint…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It’s not anything fancy like “I love you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s strange…&lt;br /&gt;This word means the same when said to both those you love and those you hate.&lt;br /&gt;It just might be&lt;br /&gt;The one and only magic left in this world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably true. Surely it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’ve decided to make it “special”,*&lt;br /&gt;And secretly send you this message so that no one else finds out…&lt;br /&gt;If I do that you’ll have to come up with your own meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you have trouble finding it,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you search with all you might will be really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’ll give you a hint.&lt;br /&gt;It’s often found alongside “I’m sorry”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even little kids, and their parents as well,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone uses this magic word.&lt;br /&gt;If someday I too have a child,&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitating, this is the first thing I will teach them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably true. Surely it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;Because eternity doesn’t exist,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m able to love with all my might right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow, the day after, or sometime after that…&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I’ll be able to say it straightforwardly without being embarrassed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If… and I’m speaking hypothetically.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not something to make such a big deal about, but,&lt;br /&gt;When my life ends,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll smile and say “this”** as my parting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not “probably”, but rather, “I’m certain”.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t make it this far in life all alone.&lt;br /&gt;When thinking back on it, I realise.&lt;br /&gt;Those many times when various people’s expressions turned to smiles.&lt;br /&gt;You were right beside me, and you knew it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen from now on?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have no idea,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not worried at all.&lt;br /&gt;Because your smile is the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;So, you’ve figured it out? Well then,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got one more thing I’d like to tell you, and that’s…***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: In the originally Japanese lyrics there are two meanings combined into one word here. The word 暗号 which means “code” and the word 特別 which means “special”, so the way he made it “special” was by making it a “code” rather than saying it straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**note: Here the word “this” is the reading of 1992*4##111, so what he is going to say is the message that this code means. Which according to the lyrics you are supposed to figure out for yourself, but since we fangirls are pretty smart (hehe ;^^) we already know it means ありがとう(Arigato; thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***note: At the end of the song, the lyrics end, but after this the background vocals sing the words “I love you” in English, so you can assume that this is the other thing he wanted to say, but he was too embarrassed to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taken from Kimi_no_tsuki's livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to tell her "Thank you", and made her guess it all the way, and at the end he threw in an "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW CUTE IS THAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE PUT THE WHOLE SONG IN A LITTLE RIDDLE AND CODED IT ALL UP! AWWW. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blissfullinessness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS A COMPOSING GENIUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1238710299493073354?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1238710299493073354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1238710299493073354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1238710299493073354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1238710299493073354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/arashi-is-releasing-another-new-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8165500458491017775</id><published>2010-09-25T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:45:14.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now they'll have some long discussion to find the root and assess the impact of my "unhealthy obsession" with a Japanese idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they'll use every mean and manner possible to eliminate the "problem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder why I don't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I get it you know, but you're wrong, and I'm not that childish.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For twelve years this was the only relationship he could have with Caroline, that of sergeant and officer, of mentor and student, and so he approached it with the heat and passion of an affair. He taught and inspired and cajoled her. He worked behind the scenes on her behalf, praising her in reports, whispering her name for promotions and big cases, coaxing her career with an honest zeal.&lt;br /&gt;He did more than that, of course, more that he should have, and more than she knew.&lt;br /&gt;He wondered if he could swallow the words that were rising in his throat or if there was a reason to say them -&lt;i&gt; I have loved you for so long&lt;/i&gt;- because as soon as he thought the words he knew that they would sound trite and empty and beside the point. She knew that he loved her. And that wasn’t the point, anyway. Love is easy; the drunks on the street tonight loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;What he had given her was what he couldn’t even give his wife: six years of loyalty, fidelity, and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;He stood before her now, and he felt the need to explain himself, to show that he had fallen because of her. His shoulder ached, and even that seemed to be her fault, as he racked his memory for words more powerful and revealing than ‘I love you’, something that would show all he had done for her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Over Tumbled Graves; Jess Walter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Achille's heel of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How easy it is for you to tear down what I've been trying to cover up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pathetically attempting to patch over with everything I deem can be used as a tourniquet for something that would otherwise be raw and even more vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You tear it down, but you never notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just as well you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have a Naglene named Xav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Another named Pinkah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A jacket named Biker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A watch named Rosbie (betcha didn't know cause I hardly even mention it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I like naming things. It makes them special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After O's I have to prepare for Piano exams.&lt;br /&gt;It never ends, does it? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8165500458491017775?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8165500458491017775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8165500458491017775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8165500458491017775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8165500458491017775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-twelve-years-this-was-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2683857352231330497</id><published>2010-09-22T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:13:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR MY AMATH.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I OFFICIALLY PASSED THANK YOU THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT AN A1. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't exactly perform up to standards for Amath, I honestly am not trying to show off, neither am I trying to rub this into anybody's face whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must understand that I've never passed an Amath exam before the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how disheartening it has been for me, receiving fail after fail for each and every Amath test.&lt;br /&gt;I am also not ashamed to say that I have put in &lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/u&gt; of effort for this pass/ A1, and I am truly thankful to God and my aunt for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sorry if this made you mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anybody's noticed, but I'm trying my best not to COMPARE myself with others this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd asked to know your results, firstly, you are my friend, and I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;I was curious to know how much you got so that I will know how to react. I'd say I was trying to be sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;If you did better, I'd probably wouldn't mind harping about how my results are lousier in a joking manner.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't do as well, of course I wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't itching to know whether or not I did better or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to compare myself to others and that's why I'm largely uninterested in how this-or-that-person-that-doesn't-concern-me did for his/her prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own targets to meet, set by myself, not by others. I am also trying my best not to let my targets be based on benchmarks based on another person's results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I did well, but I didn't look too pleased, it's because I didn't meet my own targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I won't go up to someone who did worse than me and whine about how I didn't meet my target and how I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever do that, please point it out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after all these years of exams and collecting results, I realise these are the people I get most offended, affected and discouraged by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning how not to get upset over such behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New jingle to advertise Vel's Aladdin bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new bottle&lt;br /&gt;With new designs so you can see&lt;br /&gt;It can store H2O&lt;br /&gt;To [ask me about this part]!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE JINGLES OF EVERY DAMN THING PEOPLE SAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2683857352231330497?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2683857352231330497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2683857352231330497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2683857352231330497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2683857352231330497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6542124196714434542</id><published>2010-09-21T00:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:32:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It doesn't concern me, but I'd call you hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, hypocritical may not always be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've seen past what made you think wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Then that wouldn't make you hypocritical anymore, that'd make you a more mature person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Warning: You are about to see a series of pictures of me, myself and I (and my dad and sis). If you don't like my face, you shouldn't read this lest you end up clawing the hell out of your computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNIVERSAL STUDIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how I kept my promise to blog about this; If you've been following my blog, you'd know that I've made promises to blog about my Taiwan and Bangkok trip in 2008 &amp;amp; 2009, but never really got about to doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay also, I went to USS (Universal Studios Singapore, I'll be referring to it as this hereafter) before the whole YOG thing, where YOG volunteers get to go. I'm aware the USS is getting overrated because sec 1-3s are all over facebook being hyped up about having gone to USS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Twilight, too many people talk about it and it becomes lame. But I wouldn't deny that the book was actually sorta good. Okay I'll stop digressing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeJM3o5tnI/AAAAAAAABa8/Hd7eV6mY5AQ/s1600/DSCF3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519030722552772210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeJM3o5tnI/AAAAAAAABa8/Hd7eV6mY5AQ/s320/DSCF3659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken outside USS. So we haven't gone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T BE FOOLED BY PEOPLE WHO TAKE A PICTURE WITH THE GLOBE AND SAY THEY'VE BEEN THERE. HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay no, I'm just kidding, everyone takes a picture with the globe anyway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519031572934644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeJ-XjvUbI/AAAAAAAABbE/_NszYifq1Xc/s320/DSCF3661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;USS shop inside. It looks way better at night when it's all lighted up. Also, it's the kind of shop that MAKES YOU WANT TO BUY THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519034110521456658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMSEzlOBI/AAAAAAAABcU/OlWoJ9rLxg8/s320/DSCF3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The whole concept of the place is sort of like a circle, so we went to Madagascar first. (From the kiddy rides to scary ones) Nothing much there because there's a ride that hasn't opened, and the other ride was a carousel. So highlight of the area was their souvenir shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a picture of my madagascarian friends and I for all of you to feast your eyes upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519037896950147602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJePueWh6hI/AAAAAAAABdc/U7S6I0pI9LU/s320/DSCF3697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, Far Far Away (that's Shrekland by the way [that rhymed!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few fun (but not even remotely scary) rides. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutly love this picture (largely because there's a castle in the background), though I am aware that I look like I'm tring to act sexy here (omg the look over your shoulder look!! You guys know who!) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519037857374793762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJePsK7B8CI/AAAAAAAABc8/V8i3tNYIPpo/s320/DSCF3667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Shrek 4D. It's like 3D but better, because the chair moves and they spray water at you and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519031589914762610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeJ_W0HXXI/AAAAAAAABbU/iBFGyiNp8P8/s320/DSCF3669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture is me, at 'Donkey's Singalong' talking to Donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519031599894546802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeJ_7_eyXI/AAAAAAAABbc/dBFWxRbrE8k/s320/DSCF3670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is my bloated face on screen for the world to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The donkey was awesome. Whoever voiced it sounded exactly like Eddy Murphy, and no, the thing wasn't pre-recorded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkey: What's your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cia: Denicia..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkey: THE NEE SHARRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cia: o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkey: You know what I like most about Singapore THE NEE SHARRR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cia: Umm. E.R.P?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkey: Nope, not erp (he says urp) that's fun to say, but what I really like, is a MERLION. Say, what sound does it actually make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cia: Uhh, I don't know.. ROARBlublublub??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkey: *imitates me* ROARBlublublub!! I never knew that! Wait.. How did a merlion actually come about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cia: The same way the dronkeys (Donkey's dragon children) came about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cia owns Donkey-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeKARu9vsI/AAAAAAAABbk/gK2V76KNcN4/s1600/DSCF3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519031605730852546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeKARu9vsI/AAAAAAAABbk/gK2V76KNcN4/s320/DSCF3672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jurassic Park was next. That is my sis and I in ponchos, preparing to get soaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519033149602243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeLaJGlpWI/AAAAAAAABbs/kHm9vSK_UrI/s320/DSCF3673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally freaked out about this, because in the USA, their Universal Studios' Jurassic Park ride came with a GIANT drop at the end that almost sent me into cardiac arrest I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So throughout the ride I was bracing myself for the (non-existent) GIANT drop. At the end, the drop was like, what, 1 m, and before I knew it, I saw a tsunami come at me and I GOT SOAKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ponchos kept everything but my feet and head from getting wet, thank God, but wet feet getting pretty uncomfortable after awhile, if you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519033159029528210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeLasOOlpI/AAAAAAAABb0/IyjwMA_jVLY/s320/DSCF3674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water World thing, a show where they blow everything up. It. Is. So. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519033165259466370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeLbDbj5oI/AAAAAAAABb8/c5eDfEmGeSM/s320/DSCF3675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here, they're... Blowing something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519033173983250194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeLbj7eRxI/AAAAAAAABcE/moSFPpo3xRE/s320/DSCF3676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY ANCIENT EGYPT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ride ^, IS THE MOST AWESOME RIDE EVARRR! *spasms*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun factor of this one is actually comparable to the one in U.S.A, which they claim is the faster roller coaster in the world, which I do not doubt, because the first part felt like I was getting a facelift. The skin on my face was literally pulled back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can imagine, a screaming Denicia with her skin flapping everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY WHAT WAS THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, although there wasn't a part the roller coaster actually rode backwards like in U.S.A, this one had fire and stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode the ride more than once in an attempt to get a nice picture where we're all smiling when the camera snaps. Fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeLcMaSnMI/AAAAAAAABcM/DTLO7VnRx6Y/s1600/DSCF3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519033184849927362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeLcMaSnMI/AAAAAAAABcM/DTLO7VnRx6Y/s320/DSCF3679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, next up was Sci- Fi land, but Battlestar Galactica (haha cheesy name lol) was closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it were open I'm not sure if I'd have the courage to ride it. It looks seriously freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrific drops paired with insane corkscrews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love corkscrews, but drops are a no no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other ride was called the 'Accelerator', and I thought it sounded so cool and all, but it was actually just... Teacup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sit you in a circly thing and it spins, on a platform that spins. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have motion sickness, so we skipped that one, and moved on the NEW YORK CITY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha while reading the chunk above you must've been wondering why I was going on and on about Sci- Fi land when the picture isn't even Sci- Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMUI9kjBI/AAAAAAAABc0/Q1Uq8lxiejs/s1600/DSCF3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519034145996835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMUI9kjBI/AAAAAAAABc0/Q1Uq8lxiejs/s320/DSCF3682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is manhole and I. Taking this picture was so uncool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SHIT, FASTER SNAP I'M GETTING SOAKED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMT3JJn7I/AAAAAAAABcs/Z75cyy97oE0/s1600/DSCF3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519034141213564850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMT3JJn7I/AAAAAAAABcs/Z75cyy97oE0/s320/DSCF3684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police car. Kinda pointless but.... (I'll leave this sentence hanging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMTMIgS6I/AAAAAAAABck/Tb2q5nQbnTo/s1600/DSCF3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519034129668131746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMTMIgS6I/AAAAAAAABck/Tb2q5nQbnTo/s320/DSCF3686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is so cool like some apartment in New York. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMS5OtlGI/AAAAAAAABcc/g43tXIL7o8A/s1600/DSCF3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519034124593894498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeMS5OtlGI/AAAAAAAABcc/g43tXIL7o8A/s320/DSCF3691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A hiphop/ breakdance crew that performed. They're seriously awesome I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We initially didn't intend to take a picture with them (I'm so glad we did, the picture turned out so nice), but while my dad was walking away, some lady called out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pictures here, queue up in front of me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad happened to be walking in front of her so he just started queueing. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to watch a show called 'Monster Rock' . It's like monsters in Glee. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was Dracula, The Phantom of the Opera, Werewolf and Shewolf, Mummy, Frankenstein and his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denicia: LOL IT'S DRACULA! 1,2,3 WE SHOUT "EDWARD" HAHA. (No I am not a Twilight fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherianne: LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJePt7t3BGI/AAAAAAAABdU/FBSZFHyZBnQ/s1600/DSCF3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519037887652758626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJePt7t3BGI/AAAAAAAABdU/FBSZFHyZBnQ/s320/DSCF3704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last part, MAD SHOPPING. This is a picture taken in a souvenir shop with the Penguins of Madagascar. PRIVATE FTW (Bottom penguin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a Tee with Puss in Boot's saucer eyed face printed on it, OMG IT'S SO CUTE, and a little fluffy handbag that I love, though I might've gotten it on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE TO USE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJePtRTDivI/AAAAAAAABdM/5TVXgGgo6Vw/s1600/DSCF3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519037876266044146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJePtRTDivI/AAAAAAAABdM/5TVXgGgo6Vw/s320/DSCF3711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken outide USS. IDK I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS NICE OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeWp3PkNxI/AAAAAAAABdk/4L5p7euL8R8/s1600/DSCF3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519045514313873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeWp3PkNxI/AAAAAAAABdk/4L5p7euL8R8/s320/DSCF3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519045524512969618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeWqdPOE5I/AAAAAAAABds/SIXn0ED2BuM/s320/DSCF3716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the place was AWESOME, and I didn't really expect much of it, but it was really cool, with rides and shops that catered to the young and not so young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God so much for the perfect weather. It was actually cooling and windy, and a SUPER LIGHT drizzle only came when we left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally, totally enjoyed myself that day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cheesy ending line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I know this song may totally spoil the mood of the post haha, but it's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother&lt;br /&gt;She'll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colours, oh and&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young,bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I’m as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I’ve&lt;br /&gt;Never known the lovin' of a man&lt;br /&gt;But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there’s a&lt;br /&gt;Boy here in town says he’ll love me forever&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought forever could be severed by&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;What I never did is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;They're worth so much more after I’m a goner&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you’ll hear the words I've been singin’&lt;br /&gt;Funny when you're dead how people start listenin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Go with peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Save them for a time when your really gonna need them, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I Die Young; The Band Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is stuck in my head, and it just means so much I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Perry's voice is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO I DIDN'T ABANDON JAP MUSIC, I JUST THOUGHT THIS WAS NICE. IT ISN'T A FREAKING POINTLESS SONG, UNLIKE MOST ENGLISH SONGS THESE DAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6542124196714434542?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6542124196714434542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6542124196714434542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6542124196714434542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6542124196714434542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/warning-you-are-about-to-see-series-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TJeJM3o5tnI/AAAAAAAABa8/Hd7eV6mY5AQ/s72-c/DSCF3659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1804910593488554169</id><published>2010-09-17T17:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:07:00.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU GOT ARASHI VIDEO SPAMMED.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually don't object to gays. Generally, that is.&lt;br /&gt;But I get VERY put off everytime somebody makes a fanvid/ fanfic that's meant to depict Nino and Ohno as gay, or even worse, Nino totally having the hots for Ohno (and Ohno always being oblivious to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that Ohmiya SK look really cute together and everything, but that really, really annoys me. Heck, it annoys me everytime someone says or portrays Arashi as gay for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing is fine, seriously, because I get it, sometimes two of them together do adorable stuff. But when it gets to a whole different level (especially in terms of fanfic), that's just uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi boys are just very close friends. They've been together for eleven years now, wouldn't it be expected of them to be as close as brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I generally have nothing against gay people. I just don't like it when I come across the stuff mentioned above, because I've always respected Arashi as a band that has stuck, journeyed and matured together for 11 years. And I respect them &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; for their unwavering and steadfast friendship, which undoubtedly, has been through ups and downs in the past decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD I LAUGH OR CRY WHAT IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGmdwhf_BNo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGmdwhf_BNo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SPASM LOL NINO LOST. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxdvkWcxDJQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxdvkWcxDJQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA LOOK AT THE WAY THEY WERE STARING INTENTLY AT THE SCREEN WHEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WglmT-LqZ3Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WglmT-LqZ3Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BURST OUT LAUGHING AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p9Wv-eYwIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p9Wv-eYwIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY THEY WERE ALL LIKE "IT'S COMING IT'S COMING" TOWARDS THE END AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay am I the only one who finds this funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND BEHOLD, THE BEST FOR LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mtA-bORABQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mtA-bORABQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINO'S LAUGHTER LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino reads out the instructions. Basically they show you an animal, in this case a frog.&lt;br /&gt;Then, all the Wii remotes start making animal noises and you have to pick out the croaking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, LOL ARASHI WAS SO INTO IT, THEN YOU SEE NINO'S FACE WHEN THEY ALL WENT DOWN, THEN THE LAUGHTER HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, HAHAHAHA OMG &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THERE'S LIKE, A KAZILLION WII PARTY ONES IMA WATCH THEM ALL~~~!&lt;br /&gt;Their Wii parties look so fun. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1804910593488554169?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1804910593488554169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1804910593488554169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1804910593488554169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1804910593488554169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8508891849540190384</id><published>2010-09-10T17:06:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:33:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AO NO HONOU, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;NINO PLAYS A MURDERER. SHIT. I WANT WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of Nino fans says it makes you depressed. I mean, Ninomiya Kazunari, shouting, abusive, killing. That's not Nino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews said he did an excellent job acting it. Nino fans said so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"My reason for watching Ao no Honou is actually because I read comments that said Nino turned into a physochotic killer. I have to admit I was intrigued... although it's not completely true, I am glad and not glad after watching it. Many said that it made them depressed at the end for various reasons.I too became depressed but... not for any particular reason. The thing about the movie Ao no Honou is that at the end... it just GIVES you a depressed feeling. I'm not joking. After finishing I realised I was feeling quite... down, not extremeley depressed persay - but I definitely wasn't happy. There was no particular reason for my depression it's just... the feeling at the end, the way it ended, everything leading up to the last minute. You just... feel sad. It's sort of complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the movie, I've never seen Nino like that. Yelling, angry... the scene with him holding a bat about to hit his dad was wonderful. I have to admit I was sort of... afraid of Nino at that moment. Jun might've played a violent Domyouji but I would never be afraid.. watching Nino in that scene honestly... it terrified me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good movie to watch, honestly, if you're a fan of Nino or Arashi I seriously recommend watching it because Nino does an EXCELLENT job - also, it's his first role with Suzuki Anne"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GriffenHawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely never want to actually be afraid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'd understand that sad feeling, it's probably similar to the feeling you'd get after you watch Letters from Iwo Jima (Nino stars in that one too, except he's a soldier in war.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and again, he didn't play the bad guy in Letters from Iwo Jima. He was the good guy that lost all his friends, and finally got captured by the Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Nevermind I'll watch it anyway, then I'll watch YTM, where he plays caring big brother and hot school guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll work.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! (That's read with a triumphant tone, not the haha tone. HAN YU PIN YIN, IT'LL GO SOMETHING LIKE, HA3HA4!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARASHI'S NEWEST SINGLE, LOVE RAINBOW (okay stop it with the lame face at the name), HAS JUST TOPPED THE CHARTS THIS WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, that adds another one to their list. And earlier on this week I was checking the page every day JUST TO SEE IF IT'D TOP THE CHARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that because I couldn't stand the thought of their single not topping charts after such a long single chart- topping streak, and also because I thought the song was nice, but not anywhere near their best few. So I was just curious and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I just have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY ARASHI WHOOHOOOO NUMBERRR 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their fangirl moments you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Nino always gets to harmonise and not sing the lead, because it's the harmonising that's difficult and it usually comprises of the highest notes of a song.&lt;br /&gt;If Nino sings leads all the time, I mean, I would still like it, but... well I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I realise I'm listening out for his harmonies when I listen to Arashi's songs. Maybe that might become what I like most about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone likes Jun or Ohno, I mean, I guess that's cool too, but it's even cooler liking the less liked ones because, WELL IT'S JUST COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I like Nino for not being the most liked. Make sense of that yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can entertain yourself by counting how many times I typed 'like' or any other forms of the word in that chunk up there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THE ONLY REASON YOU'D WATCH THIS IS TO FAST FORWARD TO 0:36, AND WATCH UP TO 0:39. YES I KNOW IT'S ONLY THREE SECONDS. ACTUALLY IT'S LESS BECAUSE IT ONLY HAPPENS AT 0:37.&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE NO SUBS AND THE VIDEO IS STILL CUTE, BUT YOU MIGHT NOT BE INTERESTED.&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST HAVE TO WATCH 0:37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="550"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0KqXKpIC-_Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0KqXKpIC-_Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS JUST SO ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing with face paint, and it became like, a game or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Guy in blue/ white stripey sleeved tshirt with the orangey print in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Sakurai: Bandana boy in the bright blue shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: Grey shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Jun: White shirt, long hair.&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: White shirt, V neck, appears at the end of video.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, I'm doing this because your blogpost inspired me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do many things too, though I don't think they'll amount to as many as yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to learn to speak Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I want to learn to write Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I want to go to Japan someday, and buy their mascara and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I want to go to an Arashi concert, and get to tell Nino how much I adore him in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to complete my own story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I want it to be as good as, if not better than K.A.'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I want my blog to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I want to own 2 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I want to compose a piano piece that isn't noob sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I want to go to marina barrage with my friends while we cosplay anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I want four kids when I grow up. 2 boys, 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I want to go to America to sit on a ferris wheel while it's snowing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I want to try vlogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I want to go to Universal Studios again, with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I want to go to Universal Studios again, with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I want to be, at some point in a person's life, be the sole reason that person&lt;br /&gt;has the willpower to strive for his/ her goals, or even to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I want to be a friend that wouldn't turn my back on friends that don't turn&lt;br /&gt;their backs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I want to create my own cheer. The kind of cheer that people improvise and use in camps. A cheer that I can call mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I want to become a great, recognised leader throughout the world, but I don't want to be recognised for political reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I want to someday be the boss of people who think they're better than me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I want to learn to make sushi and bento sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I want to make them for people I care for. I'll put them in square lunch boxes&lt;br /&gt;and there'd be panda/ teddy bear/ fish shaped bento with a heart beside it when they open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I want to have my own range of perfumes. One of them will smell like vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) No matter where I am, or where I end up in life, I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless posts that are supposed to sound like they have lots of insight. Those that are supposed to sound inspirational, but the end result?&lt;br /&gt;People read those blogs and their reaction?&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. okay.. right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why some posts are like that?&lt;br /&gt;It's because&lt;br /&gt;1) The blogger's English is incompetent. Posts that are adorned with grammatical and spelling errors just don't do a good job making people think.&lt;br /&gt;2) The blogger doesn't make any sense at all, therefore he/she ends up sounding shallow. That brings me back to my point. The post becomes pointless.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nobody cares about the supposedly "deep" topic, which when delivered wrongly, becomes, as I said, "shallow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I don't sound like that when I post, that my blog isn't some boring shitty website that no one cares about. Because that would make me equivalent to... *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to type like a good columnist. Without being too spiteful but at the same time being able to deliver a point across powerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I KNOW BEING SARCASTIC AND COMPLETELY BITCHY WHEN YOU TYPE CAN SOMETIMES BE THE ONLY WAY TO GET YOUR FEELINGS ACROSS.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to get those feelings across without sounding like I've never received education. I want to sound smart when flaming people, or even when expressing dissent towards any particular thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of writers who are like that, and I have so, so much respect and envy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.A.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write like him.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 300TH POSTSARY TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weird-problems.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.weird-problems.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays don't feel like holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE SPENT EVERY SINGLE DAY STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXCEPT MONDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BECAUSE I WENT TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS WITH DADDY AND THE SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I feel like my blogpost is becoming some sitcom, with the all the 'yay's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TELLING YOU, UNIVERSAL STUDIOS IS PROBABLY THE MOST FUN PLACE IN SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rides are all super fun and not scary at all (except maybe for battlestar galactica, -which I'm sure is freaking scary judging by its horrific drops and corkscrews- which was closed since like, forever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, however, spent every single darned ride screaming her head off for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roller coaster ascends slowly*&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh shit, it's going up. Should I scream now should I scream now??&lt;br /&gt;D: You'd better not scream I tell you, it's not even going to drop.&lt;br /&gt;S: *starts screaming while the roller coaster is still ascending SLOWLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, I THE SHOPS THERE ARE *insert starry eyed face*&lt;br /&gt;They make you want to buy everything there.&lt;br /&gt;I will give a descriptive blogpost about Universal Studios after prelims, along with the beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;(All the pictures taken there are so pretty looking, seriously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8508891849540190384?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8508891849540190384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8508891849540190384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8508891849540190384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8508891849540190384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-300th-postsary-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3057233081434830614</id><published>2010-09-02T18:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:57:14.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you make a grammar mistake on the very first word of your blog post. That's just damn fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Added stuff below the birthday wish. (: CHECKOUTTHEVID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was re- reading my April posts. I am extremely sad to announce that my standard of English has taken an incredible plunge from 'I think it's pretty okay' into the depths of unsatisfactoriness, also known as 'Shit, my English sucks'.&lt;br /&gt;AS ILLUSTRATED BY HOW SHITTY MY PREVIOUS SENTENCE SOUNDED.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1000%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KENNETH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wannaflameyouwannaflameyouwannaflameyougonnaflameyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your behaviour was just plain childish and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SOME STUPID TEACHER ATE THE CAKE!!"&lt;br /&gt;... whinny whinny whinny.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'whinny', not whine, because you sounded like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, by the way, you didn't even have the right to sound so angered/ dissapointed that you couldn't find the cake at the third story.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE THE CAKE BEFORE, SO YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO TALK AS IF YOU WERE THE ONE WHO PUT IT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Vel told you it was with the canteen stall owner, you just go&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fine. NEXT UP.&lt;br /&gt;Vel helps with the preperation and initial lighting of candles. DID YOU THANK HER?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT IF NOT FOR VEL THE CAKE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE?&lt;br /&gt;Javier had to go home, so Vel was the one that lugged the cake back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIDN'T THANK HER AT ALL THROUGH THE WHOLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start, I DO HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE DISPLEASED.&lt;br /&gt;Vel and I stayed in school hours after the paper to ensure that the cake was safe/ the canteen stall vendor didn't close up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGRATES.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ken, about the flaming regarding your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS A BIG CASTLE WITH FOUR HANDSOME PRINCES INSIDE. YOU KNOW WHAT, IF I COULD PICK ANY OF THE PRINCES TO BE MINE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT WOULD BE THE SECOND PRINCE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;二宫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY LITTLE VIDEO BY PIXAR. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO DETAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/58iXypYPNrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/58iXypYPNrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally got goosebumps la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3057233081434830614?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3057233081434830614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3057233081434830614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3057233081434830614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3057233081434830614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-kenneth.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6337770512322523624</id><published>2010-08-22T20:00:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:47:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cover it all up with a lie now,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Blogsongs are so uncool seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like, you're listening to your &lt;s&gt;darling&lt;/s&gt; favourite band singing while you're bloghopping, then a retarded other song comes blasting out. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;If you're so desperate to share the songs with the world (I get that sometimes heehee), put it in a post/ video so people can turn off their iTunes first. DORRHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychoing in progress. EWW. SO FAKE I COULD DIE.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH SAIGO NO YAKUSOKU. IT'S A HUMAN FREAKING SUSPENSE DRAMA INVOLVING THE HIJACKING OF A BUILDING, HOSTAGES AND A LOT OF CONSPIRACIES.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY, ARASHI'S ACTING IN A DRAMA AFTER TEN YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posters all over Japan show Arashi with tape over their mouths and wrapped around a pillar (to further support the hostage idea), and another one's of them half naked hahah. OMG I WANT TO WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino plays a calm and composed person that's behind the operations (or smth like that)&lt;br /&gt;YAY, A BREAK FROM HIS CUTE IMAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY, AFTER O'S. I sound like some desperate whiny loser. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Great, then, YTM or SNY first? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...RANDOM MOMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY HEY READ MY POST ON THE 11TH OF JULY I THINK THE RAINBOW REALLY HELD SOME KIND OF SYMBOLISM I GOT A DISTINCTION SEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;There's a side of you that you'd never show us.&lt;br /&gt;Would you do that if it were us instead? I don't know. Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;And it's because I don't know that I'm dissapointed in myself, in you, in the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;And if the answer were no, all the more I'd be dissapointed. Because then... why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it'll all amount to nothing, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quick to judge, in case you thought of me as.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know the real you, without you being consious of what people think or how you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for who you are, and I believe I can speak for the rest of us too. &lt;br /&gt;We love you for who you are. &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was it him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yanked out the earpiece from the other side of my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I was sure, now, that it was him. I’d recognize his voice from a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then overwhelmed by a sudden burst of emotion. Happiness, confusion, nervousness, but above all, excitement beyond anything I’d felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were aware now. &lt;i&gt;It was him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was sure some didn’t know who he actually was. But there was something about him that screamed “Look at me; I’m different”.&lt;br /&gt;They were looking and eavesdropping while trying to be unobtrusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too, was eavesdropping, albeit not understanding a single word he said. However, I couldn’t see him without having to turn my head a hundred and eighty degrees, and kneeling on the seat to peer over it, which, with great effort, I restrained myself from doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unobtrusive, remember?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cursed myself for picking a seat right in front of his. The girl in front of me pulled out her earpiece too, unplugging it from her iPhone. A song now blasted from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. &lt;i&gt;HOLY CRAP IT’S AN ARASHI SONG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cursed once more. &lt;i&gt;Stupid little attention seeker. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was now aware of how unnaturally quiet the bus was (apart from music blastic from the girl's iPhone), for he lowered his volume. From the corner of my eye, I could see the man who was sitting beside him, the man he was talking to, shift uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song continued playing from the iPhone. The girl seemed to really enjoy basking in the attention she was receiving. Now, I had to restrain myself from kneeling on my seat again, this time to reach over to strangle the iPhone owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How come everyone seems to know who he is, HE ISN’T EVEN FAMOUS HERE&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus pulled over and he and his companion stood to get off. He was actually in PHS school uniform, except he didn’t have a name tag on. He was probably trying to go unnoticed. Not exactly successful, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up too. I got down right after him, and after that I couldn’t help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Warning, super lame part coming up---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ninomiya Kazunari!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Toldya so.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned, a dazed expression on his face. Then he smiled his famous smile, and nodded meekly, as if not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. With his companion, he walked towards a terrace house. Outside the house was a large crew with huge, bulky cameras and audio devices of all sorts. He greeted them in Japanese, getting scattered, uncoordinated responses, and disappeared into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whipped out my phone, now desperately in need of somebody, anybody, to gush to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Warning: another weird part coming up---&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Vel cycled by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- (Yes, you read correctly, Vel cycled by. On a bicycle.) By now you’d probably be wondering: What the hell am I reading what the heck is this WHAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;No it is not a fanfic. You may now continue reading.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’re you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;She asked, an incredulous expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know how to respond, so I settled for screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG VEL NINO’S IN THERE-” I said, pointing to the house, punctuating the sentence with yet another scream.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t give her a chance to reply, and re-enacted the whole thing to her.&lt;br /&gt;I probably looked like I was one more shock away from going into cardiac arrest, but that didn’t matter, &lt;i&gt;HECK, NOTHING MATTERED, NINO JUST SMILED AT ME. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier suddenly materialised out of nowhere and was now standing beside Vel. (I’m pretty sure he didn’t materialise out of nowhere but for the sake of me I can’t remember where he came from, so let’s just settle with that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with another squeal, I repeated the story to him. And then I punched in Kenneth’s number into my phone, and, with it on speaker, all three of us screamed and spazzed and told him the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he too, appeared out of nowhere. The four friends proceeded to spazz together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY END OF STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world was that? You now ask.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, as I mentioned earlier on, it isn’t some lame facfic I’d set myself out to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, ladies and gentlemen, was what I dreamt of last Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;You may now start laughing. Go ahead, cue the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B3 DISTINCTION FOR O LEVEL CHINESE AND YES I’M RETAKING. ):&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANNY'S 92nd CALLS FOR ANOTHER FAMILY REUNION!&lt;br /&gt;(I like the fact how everything calls for a family reunion, don't we all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/THN7LC2BLBI/AAAAAAAABas/EIH1vlJ6O8Q/s1600/44556_417758011073_608036073_4795398_7011918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508882198876466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/THN7LC2BLBI/AAAAAAAABas/EIH1vlJ6O8Q/s320/44556_417758011073_608036073_4795398_7011918_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, check it out, I made friends with JiaYing (the smallest one holding the ball)&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SUPER CUTE MANZXC.&lt;br /&gt;2 aunts and 3 nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/THN7Ktm2L6I/AAAAAAAABak/Zl6zMgVXXC4/s1600/40380_413291312861_727542861_4709779_5991284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508882193175687074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/THN7Ktm2L6I/AAAAAAAABak/Zl6zMgVXXC4/s320/40380_413291312861_727542861_4709779_5991284_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 cousins, but they all say we look like sisters cause we've all got the same features.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's sorta true (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Prelims in a few days and I haven't really actually studied.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'm worried and freaking out and all, but am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with myself, OKAY YES I AM.&lt;br /&gt;But with such little motivation and willpower, it doesn't really matter whether or not I'm worried. I'm not putting in the effort anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop finding excuses for myself to not study or to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no excuses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denicia, when you're standing with the O level results in your hands, you've done junk, and you know exactly why... &lt;em&gt;there will be no excuses&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YIDDIN'YEOWDOOOSHOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(geddit, geddit, geddit?? HAHAHAHAHAH BYE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6337770512322523624?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6337770512322523624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6337770512322523624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6337770512322523624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6337770512322523624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/08/was-it-him-i-yanked-out-earpiece-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/THN7LC2BLBI/AAAAAAAABas/EIH1vlJ6O8Q/s72-c/44556_417758011073_608036073_4795398_7011918_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6553010601972926291</id><published>2010-08-14T17:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:35:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not Arashi related at all, juts hell of a FUNNY I SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkiozMkV_7s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkiozMkV_7s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, WHAT SHOULD YOU DO NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you should do!&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON THE VIDEO TO GO TO THE YOUTUBE PAGE, LOOK TO THE RIGHT OF THE SCREEN, AND WATCH MORE OF HIS VIDEOS!&lt;br /&gt;They're hilarious HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nino and Ohno ever wrote a song about firing a bazooka the wrong side (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGpjNpVAUJI/AAAAAAAABaM/2-NP3Pe6X4o/s1600/Nino42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506322580497256594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGpjNpVAUJI/AAAAAAAABaM/2-NP3Pe6X4o/s320/Nino42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGpjNWfhSSI/AAAAAAAABaE/9QJABuh6dqo/s1600/Nino41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506322575441086754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGpjNWfhSSI/AAAAAAAABaE/9QJABuh6dqo/s320/Nino41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MINE, MINE. HEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AAND THE SECOND ONE'S MY DESKTOP WALLPAPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks Vel and Javier for coming over. YOU GUYS MAKE ME FEEL SO LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Halway through the Making of 'Monster' PV &lt;/span&gt;there was a scene of Nino slacking and playing his DS, then he won something and did a victory air-punch. And when Ohno tried to take the DS away from him, he's like "Ah, wait wait, my battle's not over yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Aiba spoke CHINESE also. I totally spazzed out. *__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, AND Ohno got bored, and asked Nino to hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Can I really?&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: You really hit him.&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Bring it on for real.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: I'll just bounce right back.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Hit me for real.&lt;br /&gt;Nino: *Punches Ohno*&lt;br /&gt;Sho: That was a smooth punch!&lt;br /&gt;Jun: Are you more energetic now? Raise your hands, raise your hands!&lt;br /&gt;Aiba: He can't raise his shoulders! He can't raise his shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;Ohno: Owowow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY NINO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA THE COLLECTION OF ARASHI FAILS THIS IS HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ccQ64nm9lM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ccQ64nm9lM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6553010601972926291?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6553010601972926291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6553010601972926291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6553010601972926291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6553010601972926291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks-vel-and-javier-for-coming-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGpjNpVAUJI/AAAAAAAABaM/2-NP3Pe6X4o/s72-c/Nino42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8799211144471795103</id><published>2010-08-09T23:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:26:28.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNEW IT, YOUTUBE TOOK AWAY ALL THE VIDEOS AGAIN. YOUTUBE'S AN ASSHOLE WHEN IT COMES TO JAPANESE STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT HIM IN A CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1000%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELLO KITTY VEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy national day to Singapore too (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for the YOG preview on wednesday because the sister's performing. Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not excited actually.&lt;br /&gt;It's at the water platform, it'll be like watching NDP in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Except in 2008 we were performing. We were the ones on the stage, dancing.&lt;br /&gt;It rained, I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare those times to now.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays then were completely taken up by practises, but we were happy. At least I was.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays now are completely taken up by mostly unsuccessful attempts to study. Throw in the frustration when you just can't make sense of Chemistry, or when you can't solve an Amath question.&lt;br /&gt;SURE, THAT'S AN IDEAL SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I really miss those times. *inserts thoughtful gaze into the distance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;At aunt Ivy's today. All the cousins agreed on wearing red and white. WE ARE PATRIOTIC YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503438313345917554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGAj_M5CInI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HS8en6f6QBQ/s320/DSC04653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some minimart nearby for ice cream. Apparently, even Shirlyn &amp;amp; Sherianne's ice creams are red.&lt;br /&gt;I got the one I got because it was RAINBOW coloured!&lt;br /&gt;Which also indicates the amount of colouring I've swallowed, yuck. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like late night phone calls/ convos. (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は嵐と二宫和也が好きです!&lt;br /&gt;That says "watashi wa Arashi to Ninomiya ga suki desu!"&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I want to learn Japanese so so so so bad.&lt;br /&gt;*makes mental reminder on things-to-do-after-O's-list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I wonder what it'd be like after O's.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow think time'll pass really quicky and I probably won't have time to complete everything on my list.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be like, pewpewpew and it's over. DANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My iTunes just hanged; Arashi's voice was cut off. ):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, (I was about to say 'back to the original topic', but I forgot what I wanted to type. Stupid iTunes.)... Next subject!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people type "I" and don't capitalise it. I know I may be contradicting myself to some extent here, because if you referred to my wayy older posts I did that too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I don't (if you spot one such mistake it's careless), and I don't like it when people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people spell "and" as "n" or "you" as "u".&lt;br /&gt;Makes everything sound casual and sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people don't capitalise after full stops, exclamation marks, questions marks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people confuse "they're" with "their" ans stuff like that, because they have completely different meanings. When I see this in the Facebook news feed, I always have an urge to correct them in a comment. But that'd make me super annoying, especially if I don't know the 'victim' (haha) well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people don't use aprostrophes.&lt;br /&gt;I'd read "I'm" as "EEM (Im)" and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, who am I to even make such comments?&lt;br /&gt;How people choose to type is none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most people don't like deciphering blog posts, even if there's only a bit of deciphering to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;im gonna try now. can u see dis? its very fun n cool to read hor? this type of blog posts, their so easy to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. I'm not sure about others, but I sure as hell prefer English. :D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;KAY GOODBYE LOVELIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I've got some sort of OCD-like sickness. I can return to edit my blog posts up to 4 times per post just because of typos/ lame grammar mistakes/ I don't like the way I'd phrased something. Gawd.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8799211144471795103?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8799211144471795103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8799211144471795103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8799211144471795103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8799211144471795103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-hello-kitty-vel.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TGAj_M5CInI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HS8en6f6QBQ/s72-c/DSC04653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2325106579817560621</id><published>2010-08-04T00:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:46:15.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU GOT ARASHI VIDEO SPAMMED.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I should watch Yamada Taro Monogatari or not. I'll have to see Nino fall in love with another girl. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Yamada Taro, a freshman on a scholarship at Ichinomiya Private Senior High School, is high-achieving, strikingly handsome, and truly athletic and seems perfect. But he is actually extremely poor. The story humorously portrays Taro, who tackles problems that occur because of his poverty, and his six younger brothers and sisters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE "STRIKINGLY HANDSOME".&lt;br /&gt;LOL, THE HIGH SCHOOL'S NAME IS "ICHINOMIYA".&lt;br /&gt;Ninomiya. Ichinomiya. Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'LL GET TO SEE NINO PLAY VOLLEYBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ninomiya Kazunari just moved into Tokyo from Hokkaido and is already looking for a girlfriend. When he sees his so called "soulmate", Aiba Miwa, he immediately wants to get close to her. He joins the volleyball team, thinking there was a boys team. He soon discovers that there was no boys team and becomes the manager of the girls team alongside Matsumoto Jun and Ohno Satoshi. In order to stay close to Miwa, Ninomiya agrees to play volleyball with Matsumoto and Ohno, being coached by Miwa's older brother Aiba Masaki. With all this going on, Ninomiya is suspicious of Miwa and Sakurai Sho's relationship. Sakurai is a cool kid, who Ninomiya hates, who has a mysterious history with volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE. It's like a mini show thingy called "V no Arashi" (V stands for Vball).&lt;br /&gt;And it's their show so they used their own names. And it was created because of their support for vball. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 episodes, 6mins per episode. HAHA HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, there's also a "C no Arashi", "D no Arashi" and "G no Arashi". WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier, Vel, remember how I said Arashi's adverts were hilarious, and they had to do ridiculous stuff and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, EXAMPLES! YOU BETTER WATCH THEM &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAg59JiqTXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAg59JiqTXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Commercial vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Bravia waterproof phone, made to let you watch movies and take a bath at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Camera phone. I LOVE IT, BECAUSE NINO WAS THE LEAD, ALSO BECAUSE THE BACKGROUND SONG IS 'SEASON', BY ARASHI.&lt;br /&gt;Vel, there's a talking cat in this one.&lt;br /&gt;#3: Go green advert, where they blow hearts and kisses. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;#4: Surprise present advert, where there are suddenly 3 Ohnos (to increase his chances of winning a prize). Finally, Aiba gets it and basically skips to the camera to show off.&lt;br /&gt;#5: Cone snacks. Where there's a giant Snack U-F-O... and all.&lt;br /&gt;#6: Cider advert. Mainly featuring Sakurai Sho, only worth the watch because they have a cute electronic keyboard version of 'To-Be-Free' in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZBHJsEUo98&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZBHJsEUo98&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video sample 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: THE ONE I WAS GUSHING ABOUT, NINO DRINKS OKOGE SOUP AND GET'S ENLIGHTED. Funny to the max.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Another camera phone, again, using Arashi's 'Season'.&lt;br /&gt;#3:SOLAR POWERED PHONE. HAHAH WTH. (Everything as background song!)The girl colleagues see them dancing (gayly) and says "KAKOII..." which means "COOL..." AHAHA WTH.&lt;br /&gt;#4: Again, cider, with 'To Be Free'.&lt;br /&gt;#5: Wii advert, Nino and Jun. (Nino's in almost all the wii adverts they did because he was a video game otaku!)&lt;br /&gt;#6: NINO ACTS AS A SEXY GIRL, THE REST OF THEM GOES MAD AND SNAPS PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-0Ifs8LvMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-0Ifs8LvMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER THREEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Jun does a mascara advert. Everything grows lashes. Not hot.&lt;br /&gt;#2: OMG THERE ARE LIKE A HUNDRED NINOS IN THIS ADVERTISEMENT THOUGH IDK WHAT HE'S ACTUALLY ADVERTISING.&lt;br /&gt;#3: Another food avertisement, this time be Aiba. All the food ads are starting to look the same now. :/ IT'S STILL FUNNY THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;#4: Sakurai, with 'Life' as backgruond music. I think he's advertising for... uh... bicycle screws? HAHA OKAY IDK.&lt;br /&gt;#5: Ohno with a bunch of monsters. :O Background music's... 'Monster'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvIEfKCD4Xw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvIEfKCD4Xw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Nino, Ohno and Aiba (yay top three favourite members) advertise for a water proof phone (again!). The ad was done well.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Jun and Sakurai, another phone ad probably from the same company because of the similar, creepy background song. Now, it's a phone with a changeable keypad. :o&lt;br /&gt;#3: KFC. JAPANESE STYLE. WITH JAPANESE SAUCE AND ALL. Check out the way Ohno says "KENTUCKY" at the end. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;#4: Aiba gets an itch/ mosquito bite and freaks out.&lt;br /&gt;#5: Same go green drink advert, but this time it's triple the fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to admit, japanese people have weird weird commercials.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Japan Gold Disc Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arashi: Artist of the year. Won.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; Believe: Single of the year, The Best Five Singles. Won both.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; Everything, The Best Five Singles. Won.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; Crazy Moon, The Best Five Singles. Won.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; My Girl, The Best Five Singles Won.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; All the Best! 1999- 2009, The Best Five Albums, Album of the year. Won both.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; Arashi Around Asia 2008 in Tokyo, The Best MVs. Won.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi; 5 x 10 All the Best! 1999-2009, The Best MVs. Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTICE THEY DON'T HAVE ANY "NOMINATED". In other words they won everything they were nominated for.&lt;br /&gt;Also notice 4 out of 'The Five Best Singles' are won by Arashi. HAHA YAY. Now that's ownage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2325106579817560621?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2325106579817560621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2325106579817560621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2325106579817560621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2325106579817560621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/08/arashi-filled-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6018365574524051601</id><published>2010-08-01T23:40:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:59:41.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, this makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K2YdyUiGNo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K2YdyUiGNo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, NINO AND OHNO AREN'T GAY.&lt;br /&gt;They're from Ohmiya SK, a sorta lika band within a band thing comprising of Satoshi Ohno and Ninomiya Kazunari.&lt;br /&gt;They kissed because the fans wanted them to.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, It's obvoius Nino faked it for the whole fanservice thing... BUT THAT WAS TOTALLY CUTE EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Arashi's debut single, "A・RA・SHI", became the theme song for the 8th World Cup of Volleyball hosted by Japan in 1999. They gained widespread exposure when they sang their debut single at the cup's opening on November 2, 1999. At the debut event a day later, an estimated 80,000 fans showed up at the Yoyogi National Hippodrome to see the group's live performance. The single went on to become a major hit, selling almost a million copies.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million. freaking. copies.&lt;br /&gt;And Arashi's singles almost always make it to number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Kazunari Ninomiya is the first member of the group to crossover to American films as he starred in Clint Eastwood's critically acclaimed Japanese language film, Letters from Iwo Jima. Along with bandmate Jun Matsumoto, he is one of Japan's leading young actors and have been said to be able to "act with his eyes". Ninomiya stated that he is left-handed but has been forced to write with his right hand by his parents when he was a child. He plays the guitar, piano, composes songs and writes lyrics. However, he is usually seen with a game console in hand instead and had publicly admitted that he was an otaku when he was an elementary school student. During Arashi's early years, Johnny's appointed Ninomiya as the "Performance Leader".&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Nino was a video game otaku :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aand one of my favourite Arashi quotes, BY THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;"ARASHI, FOR DREAM". (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAND, SAKURA SAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG9i8BzCjj4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG9i8BzCjj4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE A FREAKING STAGE THAT MOVES/FLOATS / SLIDES &amp; leaves the audience underneath.&lt;br /&gt;The audience underneath the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINO IS SO CUTE HE WAS HIGH FIVING AND LYING DOWN ON THE STAGE AND ALL. Notice he's the one doing all the harmonising. Also notice his dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way they start off dancing, then halfway through the whole thing gets messy as if they just went&lt;br /&gt;"HECK THIS LET'S JUST HAVE FUN"&lt;br /&gt;and started jumping about and doing their own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE, NINO SPRAWLING ALL OVER THE STAGE HALFWAY THROUGH, JUN LYING DOWN &amp; TRYING (unsuccessfully) TO TOUCH THE FANS, AND THE REST JUST ANYHOWLYISHLY JUMPING AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN I LOVE THEM THEY LOOK LIKE THEY WERE HAVING SO MUCH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm already starting to bet, it's a matter of time before Youtube takes this video away :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAVIER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! *pops popper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally love you okay. I know it's 20 minutes to your birthday, but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WHO'S PLAYED POKEMON ON THE GAMEBOY, CHECK THIS OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinycartridge.com/post/866743831/super-creepy-pokemon-hack"&gt;http://tinycartridge.com/post/866743831/super-creepy-pokemon-hack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you're listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this part that especially satisfactory to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the catchy tune, or your favourite singer of the band's solo, or a few words...&lt;br /&gt;It may last for just 5 seconds, but it's totally worth it?&lt;br /&gt;MAN I LOVE THOSE MOMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube and their stupid copyrights have taken away all my Arashi vids.&lt;br /&gt;The idiots who discovered Youtube copyrights let's-remove-all-the-videos-and-make-everyone-sad should seriously get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO UGGHED. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm only unhappy at the fact that every Arashi video gets reclaimed. Not just their MVs, soundtracks or even FAN MADE VIDEOS.&lt;br /&gt;But also, the fact that thet take back their own clips (they have a handful of self hosted variety shows if I'm not wrong) FROM THEIR OWN SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I, over here in Singapore, SUPPOSED TO WATCH THEIR SHOWS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity, over sensitivity, all that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take that much shit. I shouldn't even bother staightening you out, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has limits, and I don't think I can play this much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up, many people are going to get affected. Some of us, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’m so annoyed at you and this time it’s a whole different kind of annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;No, don’t try to tell me that I don’t understand. I sure as hell do.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no need to go on about it. There’s no need to get all sensitive and pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly, truly care. But I fail to see why I deserve this: to put everything back together piece by piece because you decided to make shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing this because I treasure this friendship –our friendship- so much.&lt;br /&gt;So no, you CANNOT rebut with “If it’s bothering you so much then don’t bother with this,” I can’t “don’t bother”, because not bothering will hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I’m selfish. I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want other people to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So please…&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who thought that was some despo love letter shit addressed to some guy or something of that context, YOU'RE WRONG. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6018365574524051601?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6018365574524051601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6018365574524051601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6018365574524051601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6018365574524051601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-javier-yay-pops-popper.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3325204334360361927</id><published>2010-07-20T19:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:52:25.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>V,J,K&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;OMG PHBAND IS DOING A FREAKING MASHUP OF ARASHI SONGS. &lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE (Thanks Fir for telling me)&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THE ONE LOVE PART. OMG OMG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird eh, everyone seems to be all over Arashi now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for this brief respite. Things haven’t exactly been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up. I could never bring myself to, I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened since my last blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where to start, so I'll just type and see what comes up.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the total randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Since the people who actually follow my blog are mostly close to me (those who aren't, I probably don't even know you're here. Make your presence known; TAG!), I'm just going to post it.&lt;br /&gt;People would know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially ended my term as a councillor.&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, as of this friday, I'll be tieless, and non-councillor anymore. Like, after 4 years, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it nicely, I'm "stepping down as a senior", though it sounds like bullcrap to me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, put it however you want to put it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I dealing with it, you ask! (or not ask)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not beating myself up over it, because after thinking about it twice over, there's nothing much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I miss being a councillor?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, probably... BUT MAYBE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M FREEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495954934962735778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TEWN5QACSqI/AAAAAAAABZU/_4Y-gbCBivM/s320/despicableme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WATCHED DESPICABLE ME!&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds late but I watched it the second day after its release date, but I didn't blog so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MINIONS ARE SO DARNED ADORABLE I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chinese Listening compre was good. Sorta fun actually :D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to September is broke season.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's birthdays are cluttered together eh. :/&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"THE NUMBER ONE CAUSE OF OF DIVROCES, IS MARRIAGE"&lt;br /&gt;- Chua En Lai; The Noose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WTHECK.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NO INSPIRATION TO BLOG UPDATE SOMETIME SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3325204334360361927?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3325204334360361927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3325204334360361927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3325204334360361927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3325204334360361927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-many-things-have-happened-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TEWN5QACSqI/AAAAAAAABZU/_4Y-gbCBivM/s72-c/despicableme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7626051631958537314</id><published>2010-07-11T00:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:44:58.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z89tYFe65Po&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z89tYFe65Po&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AIBA AND OHNO.&lt;br /&gt;I like Aiba too (left dude), 'cept I like Nino WAYY MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST SPOTTED A TYPO ERROR IN THIS POST THAT MADE IT LOOK LIKE I DIDN'T KNOW MY TENSES. HAHA IT'S CHANGED. And so is the ridiculous Chinese typo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you; I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just hug you and say everything was gonna be okay. I daren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are annoying. Bloody hell of an annoying.&lt;br /&gt;You've no right to loosely address me like what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to be serious when you should.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean that I won't bite since I appear friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limits and respect. Learn them.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't, you might as well give up, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been up for weeks now, and I don't really understand how you people are so entertained by such childish acts. Also, it is not in the slightest bit amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Back off. Take this as a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Like, if I were to find out Nino smokes/ had plastic surgery, I don't think I'd really mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I strongly believe he didn't have plastic surgery, because his face hasn't changed from 5 to 27 years old. Scary :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there has been speculation that he might've smoked before but stopped, though no one actually can prove it or anything. But I figured I like his cute bubbly weirdness and that's not based on how perfect his record is, so YAY NINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMdhUbioBEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMdhUbioBEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, THAT'S WHY "LAUGHTER AND GENERAL FAILING" WAS STUCK IN MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Arashi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NINO AND THE RED BALLOON. "WA-I WA-I!"&lt;br /&gt;and at the last part, Nino was filming them do some sort of cheer.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, without a leader!"&lt;br /&gt;His laughter's the best. 0:42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Aiba @ 1:48, "YOU FORGOT?!" *SMACK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, AND ALTHOUGH I DON'T REALLY FANCY JUN, THEY HID THE ALARM CLOCK IN HIS PANTS HAHA WTH. :D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I saw a rainbow outside on my way home from Chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;I so happened to be listening to Niji (which means rainbow).&lt;br /&gt;It was so freaking clear and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HOPE THERE'S SOME SORT OF SYMBOLISM TO IT, LIKE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENICIA, HERE'S A RAINBOW FOR YOU TO TELL YOU THE EXAMINERS GAVE YOU A GOOD GRADE FOR CHINESE ORAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha who am I kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read "Han guo" as "Chao guo"&lt;br /&gt;And it came out like, so many times in the passage. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;韩 朝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they look almost the same. I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the convo, I was totally lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;现在的青少年，遇到挫折时，往往用暴力来伤害自己。请谈谈你的看法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you type &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;二宫和也&lt;/span&gt; into translator you actually get "Ninomiya".&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out Arashi has like, around 200 songs.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just found out that Netherlands = Holland.&lt;br /&gt;How uncool is that. :/&lt;br /&gt;(Not the fact that they're the same, the fact that I just found out)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Vel came over on Friday and spaghetti-ed. Then we gushed about Nino and Kamenashi Kazuya.&lt;br /&gt;(N for me, K for her [of course, N FOR ME.])&lt;br /&gt;And watched loads of videos. And downloaded loads of songs. And I know I'm not supposed to start a sentence with "and".&lt;br /&gt;Then ate dinner and watched Avatar marathon. (HAHA LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures. YEAH, LIFE'S BEEN BORING OKAY. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7626051631958537314?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7626051631958537314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7626051631958537314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7626051631958537314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7626051631958537314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wanted-to-tell-you-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6155495042687659596</id><published>2010-07-03T21:58:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:05:45.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"We started running even though we were thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Because we realised we wouldn't let our hearts be deceived.&lt;br /&gt;We painted dreams even thought we would become transparent&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll shine brighter than the unfaltering sun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To Be Free; Arashi&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, now it seems almost terrifying to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be able to do so many things. But none of them came. And now it's almost times up.&lt;br /&gt;...Just one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Been having dreams recently. They all seemed so surreal. And I'm the type who believes in dreams. Which might have been, might be, a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I got sad. Just for a little while. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Mao's Last Dancer. IT WAS HELLOFA GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really, really, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to post anymore. I've a feeling the post would end up sounding sad.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO I'LL POST THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF NIJI BY NINO!&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT'S SO SWEEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;Also because the Jap lyrics won't make any sense here -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiqhkw6i1M0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiqhkw6i1M0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE VIDEO. HEE HEE SPECS. :}&lt;br /&gt;3:24 - 3: 35, the fans were singing the lalala parts for him. Aww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3:48 WINS WINS WINS. *twirls little party noisemaker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's always been like that&lt;br /&gt;You'd be sulking&lt;br /&gt;And you'd hide away what's important to me, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;And because those places where you’d hide them&lt;br /&gt;Would always be the same&lt;br /&gt;Today I’ll wait for you there first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons have brought along the evening sun&lt;br /&gt;And the shadows stretched and found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a shocked expression on your face, you stared at me&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly your face turns sour, you look as if you're pouting&lt;br /&gt;When I say “I’m sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You say “Then come over here&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, see this! Look! Look!&lt;br /&gt;"Our shadows have overlapped each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our umbrellas are colliding against each other&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;And you laugh after seeing me like this&lt;br /&gt;So I do it as well, like how you showed me&lt;br /&gt;I pouted the same way you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who’s smiling so gently&lt;br /&gt;All this while, all the time&lt;br /&gt;You've been so important to me that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;So I pouted on purpose&lt;br /&gt;And before you could respond to me with a "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, it’s okay if you say slightly wilful things&lt;br /&gt;But please say them only to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because it's too troublesome"&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re not being frank with me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why you can’t just say it?&lt;br /&gt;“I like you" just these words&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to hear you say it&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day our names overlap each other&lt;br /&gt;The day that our love starts to sprout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is really pretty&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s you that’s prettier&lt;br /&gt;To the you who’s starting to be shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;kkk, short gushy part (sorry, can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;Arashi is a fan of vball (yes for the dimwits who still don't know after following my previous posts, Nino is from Arashi)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Also, Nino writes songs. I'LL STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;IDK if the translation's actually perfect, though I did bother to whip out a dictionary and check the first verse word for word.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AND I'M LEARNING IT ON THE PIANO OMG I FOUND THE SCORE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"If I can't have Nino, I'll want to marry his guitar. Or his piano."&lt;br /&gt;I just read an LJ article about how an Arashi fan flew to Paris for Nino's premier of Letters From Iwo Jima and got his signature. I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, JUST TO SAVE THIS POST FROM ITS WORDY WORDY-NESS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCb0q8VEII/AAAAAAAABZE/Ha6eDb3sq30/s1600/Nino36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490059274947465346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCb0q8VEII/AAAAAAAABZE/Ha6eDb3sq30/s320/Nino36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCb0EKseRI/AAAAAAAABY8/MaLFZ2p1WrA/s1600/Nino29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490059264538736914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCb0EKseRI/AAAAAAAABY8/MaLFZ2p1WrA/s320/Nino29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCbz-AH1mI/AAAAAAAABY0/jyXXJTawOKY/s1600/Nino12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490059262883780194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCbz-AH1mI/AAAAAAAABY0/jyXXJTawOKY/s320/Nino12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes all of em's Nino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCaQVY3gEI/AAAAAAAABYk/9Ij7R7Ql-tc/s1600/Nino22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490057551174664258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCaQVY3gEI/AAAAAAAABYk/9Ij7R7Ql-tc/s320/Nino22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like this, his little tweeze, with the rest of Arashi following behind. HAHA LOOK AT THE CAPTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't believe people think the guy on the far left is the cutest. (His name is Matsumoto Jun, Google him and tell me Nino looks better kay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCaQMkZQFI/AAAAAAAABYc/M0br3O651yM/s1600/Nino38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490057548807094354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCaQMkZQFI/AAAAAAAABYc/M0br3O651yM/s320/Nino38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAND, THIS IS MY FAVOURITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Interested in Arashi? GO CHECK THEM OUT. THEY'RE REALLY FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esp. their secret convos (which can easily be found on youtube), where they talk about random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally learnt to tie fishtail braids. heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;First week of school's boring. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY GOODBYE, WORDY POST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6155495042687659596?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6155495042687659596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6155495042687659596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6155495042687659596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6155495042687659596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/07/honestly-now-it-seems-almost-terrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TDCb0q8VEII/AAAAAAAABZE/Ha6eDb3sq30/s72-c/Nino36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2268084810484713510</id><published>2010-06-27T23:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:33:38.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>always there for you to turn to&lt;br /&gt;only because...&lt;br /&gt;... and not a word of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting Ninomiya Kazunari (his pictures are in my previous post), dork of Arashi, dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KHuAGy1pP8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KHuAGy1pP8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know they replay it over and over, but it's so cute and hilarious you'd want to watch it over and over anyway. AND HAHA CHECK OUT HIS SMALL SHORTS IN THE MIRROR AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acts, sings, plays the piano and dances! OMG *goes crazy*&lt;br /&gt;Babyface.&lt;br /&gt;The song "Niji" (it means RAINBOW), he plays the piano and solofies the entire thing, and the lyrics are so damn sweet. OMG. Sadly, it's hard to find a recorded version that he sings himself. ALL OF 'EM ARE COVERS. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I FOUND ONE, AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL. (: I downloaded it, DUH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I WILL STOP. :}&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE FINISHED HOMEWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAH.&lt;br /&gt;(and that's purposefully big, red and ugly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also annoyed at the fact the school gives so much homework that I didn't have time to really study.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Toy Story 3, Spiderwick Chronicles and Food Inc. this week.&lt;br /&gt;So that makes SEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 was with ahjie and sherianne after celebrating daddy's day. IT IS CUTE, AND I ALSO CRIED HALFWAY THROUGH THE SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home and ordered late night macs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487520371431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TCd402kg2BI/AAAAAAAABYM/8rCZG901cq0/s320/DSC04593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're so gonna kill me for this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487529297629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TCd41X0r0ZI/AAAAAAAABYU/LRJ3N98kDf4/s320/DSC04591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of June holidays. I don't know how I feel about that. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2268084810484713510?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2268084810484713510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2268084810484713510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2268084810484713510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2268084810484713510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/06/presenting-ninomiya-kazunari-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TCd402kg2BI/AAAAAAAABYM/8rCZG901cq0/s72-c/DSC04593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-358904063187488669</id><published>2010-06-18T23:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:39:11.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually make a list of what to blog now, so that I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;This means, LONG BLOG POSTS! YAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't like my blog, sucks for you, whathehell're you doing here anyway, SHOOSHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, touch on the weird people spamming my cbox.&lt;br /&gt;If you're my friends, then I don't geddit so uhh.. yeah. Those dates don't really cause a lightbulb to spark up above my head.&lt;br /&gt;If you're just bored/ stupid/ lame/ no life, hope you had fun here, and SCREW OFF, or you can just continue reading, just don't crap my cbox up (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNTEC CITY, LITTLE FOOD CORNER&lt;br /&gt;SARPINOS PIZZA, AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;TRY.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched FOUR movies this week.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DO A LIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karate Kid (Liked it, the whole thing was cute)&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 4 (Pretty average, 'cept for the [now fat] Puss In Boots famous saucer eyes *melts*)&lt;br /&gt;Letters From Iwo Jima (War movie. SADDENING, though main character was cute. Liked it overall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby faced Kazunari Ninomiya; Letters From Iwo Jima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuewAxDl9I/AAAAAAAABXk/FlZn4aRIBxU/s1600/ninomiyakazunari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151518930376658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuewAxDl9I/AAAAAAAABXk/FlZn4aRIBxU/s320/ninomiyakazunari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151535011744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuew8rJyhI/AAAAAAAABXs/i7gWka_t4Jw/s320/kazunari-ninomiya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vampire's Assistant (Liked it, BUT THERE WASN'T AN ENDING TO IT DAMMIT D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my life sound so much slackier than it actually is, wow. Never thought I'd be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, more things I've been up to, SUSHI WITH PANGSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;Sushi with the gang at some Cathay because they said there was free flow of sashimi&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484141553013525010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuVr61UihI/AAAAAAAABVc/vT5oa3_k3cE/s320/DSC04506.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484152245558372882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBufaTqq6hI/AAAAAAAABX0/fhOnaofYkH0/s320/DSC04507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;uhh, random shots taken whilst with Ahjie.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Shrek 4 and Night Safari with Guma Linda (the world's best driver, in case any of you have forgotten her awesomeness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just came back from HongKong and had a photoshoot done, SHE LOOKS 15 YEARS YOUNGER. (ask me, I'll show you her picture in my wallet), haha, she's so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting, especially the animal show.&lt;br /&gt;Host was good, though she might've been a leeetle offensive at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144216278648162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuYG8RNRWI/AAAAAAAABVs/qlU-eMheBOA/s320/DSC04566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a random shot taken in the midst of the show. NO ANIMALS, I KNOW, but I couldn't be bothered with the cam the moment the animals actually came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuYH_C8npI/AAAAAAAABV8/gBQIHgh37zc/s1600/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144234204012178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuYH_C8npI/AAAAAAAABV8/gBQIHgh37zc/s320/DSC04571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of their cute, MEGA OVERPRICED CAFES.&lt;br /&gt;A bottled drink costs 4bucks, if you want to get an idea of "overpriced".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuYHfZdnNI/AAAAAAAABV0/UXRuA_CNQF8/s1600/DSC04570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144225708514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuYHfZdnNI/AAAAAAAABV0/UXRuA_CNQF8/s320/DSC04570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute tables and chairs though. Z-BAR, ZEBRA GEDDIT GEDDIT.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know you get it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAND, NO PICTURES OF MYSELF BECAUSE THEY ALL TURNED OUT CRAZY LOOKING AND YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144236505086162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuYIHnkONI/AAAAAAAABWE/wnDKB2BGsCk/s320/DSC04530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the main idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: MARINA BARRAGE (for the first time [late, I know] with dad, sis and the AH BOY AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to say is that it was fun, the place was beautiful, and I'll let the pictures do the talking. (again)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151112018302482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBueYU5qFhI/AAAAAAAABXc/yuHHq-_CEXc/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just look at the dozens of kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484147758741418642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBubVI-JcpI/AAAAAAAABWM/hEdrbPpIfe8/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484147773393777986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBubV_jitUI/AAAAAAAABWU/IgZ4gVg4oeU/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484147781464868018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBubWdn1xLI/AAAAAAAABWc/sDfNwBETujo/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBubWnb_V-I/AAAAAAAABWk/E5_P2uuGpMI/s1600/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484147784099518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBubWnb_V-I/AAAAAAAABWk/E5_P2uuGpMI/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484149559621331714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc99xYKwI/AAAAAAAABW8/iDcL8ibX3cw/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484149542774433458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc8_Aw5rI/AAAAAAAABW0/JjdrvDVVfvc/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's daddy and the Sniffer for y'all. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484147792838727890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBubXH_lGNI/AAAAAAAABWs/0sO8Z_GvwwE/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We especially like this shot, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;COLOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONTRAST&lt;/span&gt; plus water ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning: Series (okay just a few) of pictures of Sniffer coming up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRESENTINGGGG: SNIFFER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc_daCL-I/AAAAAAAABXU/EpNT6I7m4sE/s1600/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484149585293225954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc_daCL-I/AAAAAAAABXU/EpNT6I7m4sE/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GLORIOUS ENTRANCE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc---KoEI/AAAAAAAABXM/Ln05spxwWRw/s1600/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484149577123274818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc---KoEI/AAAAAAAABXM/Ln05spxwWRw/s320/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poses for the cammie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc-HC7bUI/AAAAAAAABXE/ZYh2E61t1fQ/s1600/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484149562110864706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuc-HC7bUI/AAAAAAAABXE/ZYh2E61t1fQ/s320/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Poses some more*... aand, OKAY HE'S GONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my sister's phone has a mighty good camera, and credits to her for the shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-358904063187488669?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/358904063187488669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=358904063187488669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/358904063187488669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/358904063187488669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-actually-make-list-of-what-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBuewAxDl9I/AAAAAAAABXk/FlZn4aRIBxU/s72-c/ninomiyakazunari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3170151212456404283</id><published>2010-06-11T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:53:47.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL, I FORGOT TO SAY IN THE LAST BLOGPOST,&lt;br /&gt;BAILEY HAS A FRIEND, BEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Javier, thankyou for lending me your laser! But Sniffer doesn't react to it though :/&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bookfests last sunday with Vel and sis.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy drove us round; we must've bought at least ten books each, if not fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, read FOUR storybooks this week. I'm basically drowning in them :D&lt;br /&gt;After scouring through the whole bookfest ('cept the Chinese section), SHOPSHOP at Suntec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Anne's pretzels, accessories, and loads more, before meeting up with my parents for XLB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, WHAT EXACTLY ARE XLBs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAO LONG BAO! hahahahahaha, omg I LOVE THEM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we fetched Vel home. Back at home, had lots of fun (and LOADS of satisfaction) looking at the things i bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling after a long, tiring day of shopping, when you lay all the stuff you bought out on your bed and feel so accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Monday, joined Council Camp day 1 after lessons.&lt;br /&gt;OMG I HAD SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick summary: Mentored, Cheered, Stole mentos from camp comm, crapped with Jeremiah, crapped with camp comm, scolded/ pumped/ squatted campers, apologised, nightwalk.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I know "squatted campers" isn't exactly correct English -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapping with Jeremiah; STEPHANIE AND XAV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550205866028690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg3qcdLpI/AAAAAAAABVU/bJtAGFWnsYY/s320/DSC04495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550198071989138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg3NaNk5I/AAAAAAAABVM/hU53YMX86mY/s320/DSC04494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who don't already know, they're the names of our Nalgenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTWALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and Gerald really have awesome ideas. The Nightwalk was AWESOME! Not that I walked through it though (YES, IT'S A GOOD THING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are taken whilst helping to set the nightwalk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg29tfGQI/AAAAAAAABVE/qy5FzaezD6Y/s1600/DSC04496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550193857861890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg29tfGQI/AAAAAAAABVE/qy5FzaezD6Y/s320/DSC04496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana and I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were situated near each other during the Nightwalk; both hair-over-the-face-ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;My previous post has a picture of how I looked btw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg2eO7HvI/AAAAAAAABU8/qGtGEm1upJw/s1600/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550185408175858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg2eO7HvI/AAAAAAAABU8/qGtGEm1upJw/s320/DSC04497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denicia, Jana, Somesh, and Jeremiah behind the screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg12gpFQI/AAAAAAAABU0/SIYqzvj9wMs/s1600/DSC04503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481550174745072898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg12gpFQI/AAAAAAAABU0/SIYqzvj9wMs/s320/DSC04503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's MY CLUE!&lt;br /&gt;again, for those who don't already know, YES, I was the ghost that crawled out of the corner of D&amp;T block to freak you campers out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard the Mario Kart Love Song by Sam Hart?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I'm terribly late, but I didn't get a chance to blog about this earlier on, and it's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand if you play Mario Kart, I used to with my flip screen Nintendo Game Boy. Haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3170151212456404283?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3170151212456404283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3170151212456404283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3170151212456404283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3170151212456404283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-all-i-forgot-to-say-in-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TBJg3qcdLpI/AAAAAAAABVU/bJtAGFWnsYY/s72-c/DSC04495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8552551794073341002</id><published>2010-06-03T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:21:41.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposedly long blog post, but probably going to end up short because&lt;br /&gt;1. I've forgotten most of the stuff I wanted to type&lt;br /&gt;2. I've got less than an hour to type this all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting restrtictions on computer usage (not starting up my computer for a week and studying A LOT earned me 1 hour of usage whereas my sis gets 8160139601340986120 hours per day regardless of study or no study), YES, LIFE'S GIVING ME LEMONS. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I can't watch Glee in 1hour because it takes pretty long to load. :(&lt;br /&gt;SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Chinese O levels was. uh..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I shall describe Chinese O's as "...", because I've really got NO COMMENT on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I fared, I don't know almost everything else. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper was Prince of Persia with Vel and Rachael. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHGAHGAHOMG IT WAS GOOODER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only turnoff was that the female lead had this resemblence to Demi Lovato. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Next day, English Oral.&lt;br /&gt;I committed suicide. Wrong choice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;SPIRITED AWAY with Vel at my place. WATCHED IT FOR THE 728934129460TH TIME OMG I LOVE IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TAd_cCwSlnI/AAAAAAAABUk/Rr_kYmZjgvI/s1600/sen_poster_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478487591471978098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TAd_cCwSlnI/AAAAAAAABUk/Rr_kYmZjgvI/s320/sen_poster_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TAeAydIqMzI/AAAAAAAABUs/nTBzWeELMEE/s1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478489076022260530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TAeAydIqMzI/AAAAAAAABUs/nTBzWeELMEE/s320/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me, SCARY GHOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes this was taken in the school canteen using Vel's phone on negative function. -_-&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a FOX'S craze at our table now.&lt;br /&gt;In Amath lesson today I think we ate more than 10 of those sweets. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO TYPE ANYMORE BUT I KNOW I WANTED TO TYPE A LOT MORE NOW I'M UNHAPPY AND NOT USING PUNCTUATIONS SO TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like the post ends here. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8552551794073341002?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8552551794073341002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8552551794073341002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8552551794073341002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8552551794073341002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/06/supposedly-long-blog-post-but-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/TAd_cCwSlnI/AAAAAAAABUk/Rr_kYmZjgvI/s72-c/sen_poster_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8062495828762323125</id><published>2010-05-25T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:38:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joes Hisaishi's songs make me all mushy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn Inochi No Namae aka The Name Of Life, on the piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8062495828762323125?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8062495828762323125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8062495828762323125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8062495828762323125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8062495828762323125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/joes-hisaishis-songs-make-me-all-mushy.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6581581965865579577</id><published>2010-05-24T18:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:41:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha nice, "One of them"&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP ACTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's trying to pick a fight so you don't have to put on a show to gain sympathy or whatever shit you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DISLIKE YOU, THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN COMPLETELY ASSHOLIC.&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Still can't figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL LET ME HELP YA WITH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU "WILLOW IN SELF PITY" WHEN YOU GET AN A1, IN FRONT OF FAILURES.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SUPER ATTENTION SEEKING.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T BOTHER TO INFORM US ABOUT CLASS EVENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just a few. Whether or not these were purposeful, it's still incorrect to be so insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, honey, no one's jealous of YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look, we're angry, and everyone's got the right to get pissed. We're not even backstabbing you, so BACK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; confront you personally should this get further blown up, really, because I didn't do anything against my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS JOSEPH O'NEIL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, he looks like he popped out from some limited edition Barbie male series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474782843688607794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_pV_Vx2YDI/AAAAAAAABUc/rw35ESbyJNI/s320/dennisjosephoneil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6581581965865579577?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6581581965865579577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6581581965865579577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6581581965865579577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6581581965865579577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/haha-nice-one-of-them-okay-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_pV_Vx2YDI/AAAAAAAABUc/rw35ESbyJNI/s72-c/dennisjosephoneil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3345352999998216737</id><published>2010-05-23T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:04:40.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WALAO EH MY MOTHER DOESN'T WANT TO GIVE ME THE CAMMIE BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'D BETTER GO AND STUDY"&lt;br /&gt;SO I GUESS I'LL ONLY GET IT AFTER CHINESE O LEVELS. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture to get the rest of the world stressed up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_k_lRIS3EI/AAAAAAAABUU/fKm_rvBJyEs/s1600/DSC04436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474476731531451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_k_lRIS3EI/AAAAAAAABUU/fKm_rvBJyEs/s320/DSC04436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It happened again, &lt;br /&gt;You're afraid to open up or just give in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someone's gonna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Like you've been in the past&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wounds, be broken glass, &lt;br /&gt;Now you're jaded but please don't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you only knew how much you made me feel alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Giving Yourself Away; AVP&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;okay goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3345352999998216737?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3345352999998216737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3345352999998216737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3345352999998216737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3345352999998216737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/walao-eh-my-mother-doesnt-want-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_k_lRIS3EI/AAAAAAAABUU/fKm_rvBJyEs/s72-c/DSC04436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8793089926502864283</id><published>2010-05-20T20:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:41:37.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failure;&lt;br /&gt;When your best just isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_VXfdUVNoI/AAAAAAAABUM/O-EuQEPPGFc/s1600/failure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473377120096171650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_VXfdUVNoI/AAAAAAAABUM/O-EuQEPPGFc/s320/failure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't fail.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I promised this post would have pictures, but I can't get the cammie from my parents till the weekends, so I'll just blog as per normal first, and let the above pathetically attempt to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is gonna be pretty angsty, so you might choose not to read. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It's the period where MYE results are released, and naturally, already recognised geniuses would prove their stand yet again, new geniuses would unveil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there'd be the stupid people, or the ones that just didn't do well.&lt;br /&gt;Such as yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there'd be the assholes, the showoffs, the ones that just can't seem to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEPP, YOU GUESSED IT, THE TOPIC OF TODAY'S RANT.&lt;br /&gt;EXAM ASSHOLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that there's not just one of them, not two, but during this period, it's INFESTATION. So many exam assholes out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm also aware that many people have already 'rant-ed' on exam assholes. (No, they didn't exactly type "exam assholes", 'cause that's what I personally dub them, and will be referring to as hereafter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who strut around shoving their only too perfect grades into other people’s faces; the ones who lament on and on about how they “are just so stupid” to people that performed less well; the ones who are dying to know everyone else’s results just for comparison’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, nobody likes exam assholes because they’re insensitive, haughty, annoying and plastic.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I’d pay like, 2bucks to get three darts, pin them against a wall and start shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam assholes need to learn how to be more gracious and sensitive. When someone did worse, don’t go like&lt;br /&gt;“OMG I’M HELLOVA STUPID LOOKATME I GOT SO LOW BOOHOOHOO”&lt;br /&gt;What’re you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is so much stupider than you because you did better and you’re still “not up to standard”?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;“OMG I’M SO GONNA FAIL GONNA FAIL BOOHOOHOO”&lt;br /&gt;When everyone, including themselves, knows that they’ll do well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;They need to learn how to shut their crap.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to hear their whining and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam assholes need to learn to respect other people’s privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking at everyone’s script, just take yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that an argument against my claims here could go something like,&lt;br /&gt;“She’s just PMSing because she didn’t do well for MYEs,”&lt;br /&gt;“She’s just jealous,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t disagree. Yes, I’m unhappy because of my shitty results, and yes, I’m jealous of the top scorers (the nice ones at least). But who isn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is undeniable that nobody likes these exam assholes anyway, and that basically sums up the entire rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I got a B3 for English. I thought it was my only other hope of getting an A.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed really hard that I’d do well. And when the results came back I was actually very disappointed in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that amount of effort I put in for English, even when I thought my essay was pretty good, after praying so much that I’d totally score for English,&lt;br /&gt;a B3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like He wasn’t listening to me, because all my results sucked, regardless of whether I studied or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there was Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I failed every single (if not then almost all) Chem test from the start of the year till now. No matter how hard I worked I’d still fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the release of Chem I was so scared I was trembling, because I’ve actually studied A LOT for Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed. And not only did I pass, I got 74.5 (I like to round it up to 75 just to feel more triumphant because then it sounds like an OFFICIAL A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, there wasn’t a reason to be disappointed in Him anymore, for a miracle had just taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my results, admittedly, are still shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English B3&lt;br /&gt;Chinese C5&lt;br /&gt;EMath A2&lt;br /&gt;AMath E8&lt;br /&gt;Comb. Humans (SS,Geog) C5&lt;br /&gt;Economics B3&lt;br /&gt;Biology B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 As, 3Bs, 2Cs, 1E.&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, kns. I won’t even try to console myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna work hard.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t break the promise this time.&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8793089926502864283?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8793089926502864283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8793089926502864283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8793089926502864283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8793089926502864283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-i-know-i-promised-this-post-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S_VXfdUVNoI/AAAAAAAABUM/O-EuQEPPGFc/s72-c/failure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-126947286224696379</id><published>2010-05-15T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:27:50.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't blog to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my blog provides entertainment to some, and I like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;But when I blog, I don't have a mentality that every post must have appeal, must have charisma, or must have a certain vibe of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning: lame rhetorical question coming up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAH TOLDYA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;OMG I'M STARTING TO BLOG IN TWO VOICES, WTHECK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rant/ flame&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rant because it's way better than having an argument. Because in arguments, people interrupt and retaliate. At the end of the day you won't get everything out of your system.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging lets me express everything I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;... which brings me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expressing myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes you can't express feelings when you're with people, because&lt;br /&gt;"she got pissed off at that small matter, what an ass,"&lt;br /&gt;or stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't, then I'll feel very unjustified. Blogging lets me tell people how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;So then people would get to know me better, especially in the case of friends, family etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memories to keep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog so that years down the road, I can read my archives and remember all the stuff I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;I read my archives for 2008 &amp;amp; 2009. I chuckled, I reflected, I got freaked out about how ugly this or that photo was. And it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be able to how I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;For example, I used to type with short forms, a lot of Singlish and I used to twit to a small extent. (THIS IS SO EMBARASING IDK WHY I'M EVEN BLOGGING THIS. I BET YOU PEOPLE WILL CLICK ON MY ARCHIVES TO CHECK AND LAUGH AT ME NOW)&lt;br /&gt;And obviously now I don't do that, so yepp. (yay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I blog, I only hope that people like reading the blog, and it isn't one of my main aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't start expecting things out of my blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;Alright? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Next post will prolly have pictures, I've a feeling tomorrow will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;(in which the three girls [Ahjie, Sherianne and myself {omg i'm using mathematical brackets}] have spent ages preparing for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL AT THE BRACKETS. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-126947286224696379?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/126947286224696379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=126947286224696379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/126947286224696379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/126947286224696379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-blog-to-entertain.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2972434059575546531</id><published>2010-05-14T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:10:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad made me redo all my Amath paper1 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise now that I know how to do most of them, and I got most of them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I can jolly well score a one digit for this paper, no kidding. FML.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry at you. That's because I have every right to be.&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on your actions; acknowledge your mistake and correct it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been going on for some time now; I wasn't the only one that got pissed.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm already trying my best not to blow. So don't push it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2972434059575546531?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2972434059575546531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2972434059575546531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2972434059575546531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2972434059575546531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dad-made-me-redo-all-my-amath-paper1.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4923226388300588176</id><published>2010-05-10T00:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:16:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did some minor changes to the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Darling readers, tell me if you guys prefer the before or after in the cbox kay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="222" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="222"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WTH MACTINI LMAO LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;RATATAPTAP.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NICE GIRL, I MAKE CARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S-bf1o7n8QI/AAAAAAAABUE/WLH1uC5101M/s1600/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469304910101606658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S-bf1o7n8QI/AAAAAAAABUE/WLH1uC5101M/s320/DSC04349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for mummy, cause she doesn't like us to buy her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ahjie, Sherianne and I got my grandma a cake and carnations.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;must study, three more subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I blew this MYEs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES EVALUATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English :)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese  :|&lt;br /&gt;Emath :)&lt;br /&gt;Biology :| &lt;br /&gt;SS :(&lt;br /&gt;Geog :(&lt;br /&gt;Econs &lt;s&gt;(to be filled&lt;/s&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;Amath &lt;s&gt;(to be filled)&lt;/s&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry &lt;s&gt;(to be filled)&lt;/s&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets to keep you for a month or two;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4923226388300588176?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4923226388300588176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4923226388300588176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4923226388300588176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4923226388300588176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/haha-wth-mactini-lmao-lmao.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S-bf1o7n8QI/AAAAAAAABUE/WLH1uC5101M/s72-c/DSC04349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2891969229490168368</id><published>2010-05-03T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:21:13.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I think Dennis Joseph O' Neil is very very handsome. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ahjie today to do something cool, pictures up next time (you'll know why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2891969229490168368?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2891969229490168368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2891969229490168368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2891969229490168368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2891969229490168368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-i-think-dennis-joseph-o-neil-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2266665760485862454</id><published>2010-05-01T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:52:23.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9xOHmUEPFI/AAAAAAAABT8/XilyXuzmroY/s1600/ferris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466329940171701330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9xOHmUEPFI/AAAAAAAABT8/XilyXuzmroY/s320/ferris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9xNAVM3oMI/AAAAAAAABT0/uzbR4BNDQXU/s1600/spacer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466328715807400130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9xNAVM3oMI/AAAAAAAABT0/uzbR4BNDQXU/s320/spacer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, I love ferris wheels. (still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like sitting on a ferris wheel, the highest part's always the best"&lt;br /&gt;- unknown&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting much these few weeks cos of the Mid Years,&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I must say English was alright, I had loads of fun writing the narrative.&lt;br /&gt;As for English paper 2, wasn't too bad, 'cept that PKW accused me of cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm not bothered by that because I didn't cheat, my conscience is clear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT KEEPS TELLING ME HOW AWESOME I AM!&lt;br /&gt;(shut up, conscience, I KNOW ALREADY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the notebooks I used to write in in 2008 and 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this notebook I used for planning Charigive, this notebook where I wrote stuff in and showed my friends, and we would 'silently chat' during lessons, passing the notebook around, writing notes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we talked about, the people who wrote in it, the shit we used to do. Everyone's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people whom I used to be very close with, yet now, we don't even say 'hi' when walking past each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this planner I used for my daily prayers in 2009. I'd write a prayer in there every day before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Reading some parts of that almost made the pain or joy I felt then feel real again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia almost tangible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2266665760485862454?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2266665760485862454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2266665760485862454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2266665760485862454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2266665760485862454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-i-love-ferris-wheels.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9xOHmUEPFI/AAAAAAAABT8/XilyXuzmroY/s72-c/ferris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3443673852809154846</id><published>2010-04-27T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:07:51.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because you were sensitive, petty, ungracious.&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Do not blame others; as long as you were in the slightest bit of wrong, you've no right to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Turn that cyncical gaze upon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I realise I get very easily pissed off. And it's also very easy to turn that little hint of annoyance into a full fledged anger, which of course would be followed by a long tirade on by blog.&lt;br /&gt;I need anger management courses, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO START STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;or at least start getting worried about MYEs, or Chinese O Level Paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3443673852809154846?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3443673852809154846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3443673852809154846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3443673852809154846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3443673852809154846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-you-were-sensitive-petty.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4259125727535261632</id><published>2010-04-24T14:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:44:48.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RADIX WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended early (which meant no Chinese remedial mock test), and Vel and I went back home to get changed, before rushing out to RP's cultural centre to help Guzheng with hair and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mei and Wenmin outside by chance, and they brought us to their dressing rooms, which were small, but kinda nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463590629335891010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9KSuuO3_EI/AAAAAAAABTc/OG0xPNSM-2M/s320/DSC04331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GZ dressing room's mirror and VELTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463590618890932050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9KSuHUmj1I/AAAAAAAABTU/9apSi0809wU/s320/DSC04330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ONE camwhore while waiting for the Guzheng people to tune their Guzhengs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice talk with Michelle (who was there helping Drama out) and then was rush rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on french braiding and did makeup while Vel tried to cover up for my share of hair, then when makeup was done went back to hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a certain somebody who actually complained that GZ's hair was messy. I admit it wasn't too great and all, but i thought it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, LET'S SEE YOU BRAID THIRTY SOMETHING PEOPLE'S HAIR BETTER THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we then went out for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Met a purple eyed Rachael, and her sweet friend with the really nice hair, Peimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert itself was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO was good; i actually kinda liked the first piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphonic Band's Seagate Overture was beautiful; it sounded like a song that could fit into a Hayao Miyazaki movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was brave. I applaud the fact that they went on even when the PA screwed up. And when they came out again, the actual dance was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guzheng was cool too; Vel and I were praying that none of their hairs woud suddenly fall out midwat through their item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir Alumni did a song I REALLY liked; God Bless The Broken Road. POWER VOCALS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was nice; I LOVED PHANTOM OF THE OPERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was really really awesome. Ken and Joey were super funny. REALLY, SUPERDUPER FUNNY. Also, the drama people acted really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan's part of the clip was touching; pity she wasn't there to watch :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Radix we met Wenmin, Suian (who in the below picture looks like a hyperhappy nut, and is holind a mega gigantic sunflower Shaun gave her), and &lt;em&gt;found&lt;/em&gt; Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9KSuwQ5lrI/AAAAAAAABTk/XEzNUOR6l7Y/s1600/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463590629881255602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9KSuwQ5lrI/AAAAAAAABTk/XEzNUOR6l7Y/s320/DSC04332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thanks Ken for bothering to wait with us for my parents, cause i think you ended up leaving last :/&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, and thankyou! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4259125727535261632?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4259125727535261632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4259125727535261632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4259125727535261632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4259125727535261632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/radix-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S9KSuuO3_EI/AAAAAAAABTc/OG0xPNSM-2M/s72-c/DSC04331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3170234340153221565</id><published>2010-04-22T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:33:22.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheering session went very well today; a lot better than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;Councillors did a good job, Gerald did a good job, sec1s did a good job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun leading too..&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;One regret: I don't have pictures :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3170234340153221565?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3170234340153221565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3170234340153221565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3170234340153221565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3170234340153221565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheering-session-went-very-well-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2688874405785669932</id><published>2010-04-18T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:58:48.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is in our attempts to become different where we become the same as everone else.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irks me how some people can proclaim themselves to be the most wonderful Christians yadayada, when they can't even display basic respect by referring to God, be it Him, Lord or anything else with a capital letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm critical, sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2688874405785669932?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2688874405785669932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2688874405785669932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2688874405785669932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2688874405785669932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-in-our-attempts-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2737985304286551214</id><published>2010-04-17T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:40:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just need to open your eyes to see if a person really cherishes you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;*RIPPP RIPPPP RIPPPPPP*&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what falling in love is.&lt;br /&gt;Screw infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BIG URGE TO VANDALISE MY CLEAN LOOKING ELECTRONIC CHINESE DICK. (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;but I won't, because I'll probably just ruin it, and I might end up not being able to enter the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick stickers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. I just have to feed that daily addiction. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2737985304286551214?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2737985304286551214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2737985304286551214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2737985304286551214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2737985304286551214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-you-just-need-to-open-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3935438449152909400</id><published>2010-04-15T22:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:39:54.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILLEMMA. ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460389348246211266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S8czLo2KysI/AAAAAAAABTM/Dh4fZeh2Igk/s320/WILLEMMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S8ctJR9YvLI/AAAAAAAABTE/zlB7gWdrcvU/s1600/Will-Emma-will-emma-6638211-1325-744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382710672964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S8ctJR9YvLI/AAAAAAAABTE/zlB7gWdrcvU/s320/Will-Emma-will-emma-6638211-1325-744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S8couoHr5oI/AAAAAAAABS8/KnCAF1xvG_k/s1600/Will-Emma-will-emma-6644493-1200-900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460377854718764674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S8couoHr5oI/AAAAAAAABS8/KnCAF1xvG_k/s320/Will-Emma-will-emma-6644493-1200-900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You're insensitive, pretentious, conceited, self delusional, and really (i can't emphasize on this more than i already am) stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even have the slightest hint of how detestable and despicable you've become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your position in the social hierarchy means more than everything else to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, angry, sad, HAPPY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3935438449152909400?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3935438449152909400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3935438449152909400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3935438449152909400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3935438449152909400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/willemma.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S8czLo2KysI/AAAAAAAABTM/Dh4fZeh2Igk/s72-c/WILLEMMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3814291581328358040</id><published>2010-04-13T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:07:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dissapointment, trepidation, perhaps, the faintest vestige of disdain.&lt;br /&gt;Akin to finding out life itself is a sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we nothing but fleeting pawns to help you pass this episode of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Something you intended to reject right from the very start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely different people, coalesced together by a common bond.&lt;br /&gt;Temporary acquaintences, just for merriment's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benefit of doubt benefit of doubt benefit of doubt benefit of doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only afraid that now, there would be a newfound apathy on my part.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't even bother asking. Right or wrong, I'll tell a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me having a whim to practise my vocab, maybe I'm particularly unhappy, or maybe it's hard to be unyielding when confronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought that wasn't quite bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do have doubts about some words used; they look sorta strange and out of place. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ignore the earlier parts of this post. Typed it in a moment of idkwthyoucallit. I'm perfectly fine now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3814291581328358040?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3814291581328358040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3814291581328358040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3814291581328358040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3814291581328358040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/dissapointment-trepidation-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2189850144674186155</id><published>2010-04-11T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:39:16.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently in love with these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Swear This Time I Mean It&lt;br /&gt;Miserable At Best&lt;br /&gt;both by Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="192" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHTXAgw2tek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHTXAgw2tek&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="192"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Lonely Lonely Baby Girly Girl by "JUSTIN BIEBER". HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, CHECK OUT THE SUGGESTIVE CROTCH ARROWS AND THE "BABY LONELY" ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jan, for totally telling me about this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Miserable At Best; Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, don't cry, I know&lt;br /&gt;You're trying your hardest&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part is letting go&lt;br /&gt;Of the nights we shared &lt;br /&gt;Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting&lt;br /&gt;But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright&lt;br /&gt;And when we look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words were never easier for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I hoped to find&lt;br /&gt;In every single way&lt;br /&gt;And everything I would give&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you couldn't take&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part of living&lt;br /&gt;Is just taking breaths to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm good for something&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't found it yet&lt;br /&gt;And I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words were never easier for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will be the first time in a week&lt;br /&gt;That I'll talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;It's been three whole days since I've had sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I got the point that I should leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the lips that made me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words were never easier for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable&lt;br /&gt;And I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable&lt;br /&gt;And I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL SAD. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2189850144674186155?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2189850144674186155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2189850144674186155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2189850144674186155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2189850144674186155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-currently-in-love-with-these-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8928210552754999117</id><published>2010-04-09T22:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:03:46.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please be strong.&lt;br /&gt;And after this, we'll play and do all the rubbish together, like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;I love you; although I know I've never said it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;4faith, IFD class deco, LUXEMBOURG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458151637537416306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78__u2iZHI/AAAAAAAABSc/uE6CmYyxJr4/s320/DSC04101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did an awesome gigantic globe. Hand painted; literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S79AACivbwI/AAAAAAAABSk/ycv7VwQAIs0/s1600/DSC04104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458151642823094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S79AACivbwI/AAAAAAAABSk/ycv7VwQAIs0/s320/DSC04104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150766228970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_NA-amvI/AAAAAAAABSE/zqY4xiwE894/s320/DSC04092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150748613508546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_L_Wj_cI/AAAAAAAABRs/9HAqc-asRmc/s320/DSC04131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jav - Cia = chair. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78__e0d7iI/AAAAAAAABSU/9a4dgUjhs0Q/s1600/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458151633233767970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78__e0d7iI/AAAAAAAABSU/9a4dgUjhs0Q/s320/DSC04097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The people doing the notice board made it soo pretty, with the LUXEMBOURG on top also, of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_NuIc8RI/AAAAAAAABSM/7yTYrsSvpdc/s1600/DSC04120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150778350661906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_NuIc8RI/AAAAAAAABSM/7yTYrsSvpdc/s320/DSC04120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post- its, and paper on the fan. Charming. So say a post-it falls out.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HEY LOOK! A SHOOTING STAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150760034353906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_Mp5gQvI/AAAAAAAABR0/IRLtUEB-qbc/s320/DSC04086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;4 GLAUBE. "Glaube" is German for "Faith", which is Luxembourg's first language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INGENIOUS. (yes, i'm bring super bhb here. HAH,) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_MxkwBmI/AAAAAAAABR8/bzaLO7witzE/s1600/DSC04197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150762094790242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78_MxkwBmI/AAAAAAAABR8/bzaLO7witzE/s320/DSC04197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A personalised Post- It for everyone! Loads of inside jokes also. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458151659144168210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S79AA_V_QxI/AAAAAAAABSs/kWkzdlXzaOM/s320/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;2.4 km was actually kinda shiok.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vel, who ran with me and for all the "mutual encouragement" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time we ran like that without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME! *high fives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;BULKY GO AWAY, EEYUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8928210552754999117?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8928210552754999117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8928210552754999117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8928210552754999117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8928210552754999117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-be-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S78__u2iZHI/AAAAAAAABSc/uE6CmYyxJr4/s72-c/DSC04101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-3157767085313122904</id><published>2010-04-07T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:17:07.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a selfish, pompous, disrespectful sister that's only too full of herself.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, i don't really give a damn if my parents read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I KNOW YOU READ, AND I'VE TRIED TO TELL YOU ONLY TOO MANY TIMES, YOU JUST DIDN'T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE.&lt;br /&gt;She's too spoilt for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs a major attitude reformation, and the only ones that can help her are you guys.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're trying to convince yourself she's perfect just because you want her to be, she'll only be ruined more than she already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back, all her tantrums, the way she behaves when she can't get things her way.&lt;br /&gt;That's only how she acts in front of you. I've seen worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand how anyone at all, can fall for that angelic visage. She needs a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a brighter note, remember the fire drill today?&lt;br /&gt;I think the school's really cute, like the day before brief us on what to do in the event of a fire, and the day after that, a fire drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please stay alert while we continue to investigate the situation...&lt;br /&gt;... WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, BEST STAR AWARD MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I imagine the scenario in the office to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You all ready? Ima press the fire alarm now."&lt;br /&gt;*Giggles. Jabs the fire alarm button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clears throat* into announcement system: "School, I'm afraid we have a fire drill. Please stay calm and alert while we investigate the situation."&lt;br /&gt;*goes off announcement system. Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, NOW WE WAIT TWO MINUTES AAAND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Giggles. Goes back onto announcement system*&lt;br /&gt;"SCHOOL, WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY. PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING"&lt;br /&gt;*goes off announcement system. Slaps thighs and laughs ass off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE LAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-3157767085313122904?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3157767085313122904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=3157767085313122904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3157767085313122904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/3157767085313122904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-got-selfish-pompous-disrespectful.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-5445415981884988951</id><published>2010-04-06T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:58:05.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/andrewbandrew963/Photography/2f7a4989.jpg?o=339" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/andrewbandrew963/Photography/2f7a4989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, pretty photographs like these will soon be taking over my blog because life's boring recently, meaning there's nothing to take pictures of (unless you'd rather see pictures of myself, but i'd spare your eyes), and these photos are just soo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, rant.&lt;br /&gt;I have an Amath test which i haven't studied for tomorrow, but well, I just have to start a rant here before my mind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT, CALL ME CIA.&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody to me, yes, i don't really give two hoots about your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm weird, I'm sensitive to the name "Cia", because only people I love call me that.&lt;br /&gt;And also, don't address me by my full name. No one gave you the bloody right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm so disgusted by you that the thought of hiring personal bodyguards for myself ever came across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're insensitive, with an IQ of close to null. You boast about things you have not and probably cannot achieve. But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You're annoying; go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Jav, Vel, Ken, I'm sorry, but I think one of you will have to listen to me scream/ whine/ complain/ rant about how annoyed I am tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-5445415981884988951?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/5445415981884988951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=5445415981884988951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5445415981884988951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5445415981884988951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap-pretty-photographs-like-these-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/andrewbandrew963/Photography/th_2f7a4989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8205998167943787401</id><published>2010-04-01T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:51:14.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to the days when the world seemed innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S7S5h33qPbI/AAAAAAAABRk/uC8EkT_g_fM/s1600/dzf0ub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455189040236740018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S7S5h33qPbI/AAAAAAAABRk/uC8EkT_g_fM/s320/dzf0ub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud, sharp, sound, followed by that delightful, lingering soreness. Consistency.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how else to prevent the hate and distrust from going deeper.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only afraid it's too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, dare you say you're everything you pretend to be?&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I'm not; it matters only whether or not you choose to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just have to throw your pride aside; turn around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming very irritable and judgemental these days.&lt;br /&gt;That is a very bad thing, considering how my friends are really just awesome, because I don't want to get annoyed at them over the slightest of things.&lt;br /&gt;I've actually displayed my distemper to quite a number of people this week, disregarding whether or not it was their fault, to which i later on regretted.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I will identify the &lt;em&gt;key source of error&lt;/em&gt; (haha) , and correct myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"If God is for us, who can be against us?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8205998167943787401?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8205998167943787401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8205998167943787401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8205998167943787401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8205998167943787401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-days-when-world-seemed-innocent.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S7S5h33qPbI/AAAAAAAABRk/uC8EkT_g_fM/s72-c/dzf0ub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6001128737448684953</id><published>2010-03-26T21:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:11:47.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how long ago was this?&lt;br /&gt;MAAAAN. Chinese remedial was fun. \m/&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S646vD3XJxI/AAAAAAAABRc/v2a-1-ibO3Q/s1600/pokemonpicknick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453360778958022418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S646vD3XJxI/AAAAAAAABRc/v2a-1-ibO3Q/s320/pokemonpicknick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all look so cute here, like a family candid shot.&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;(SOMTHING'S WRONG WITH ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;This is heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Ascion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;to all of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6y9A25hFFI/AAAAAAAABRU/AjvZYwFBAKo/s1600/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452941071273235538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6y9A25hFFI/AAAAAAAABRU/AjvZYwFBAKo/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilt the screen back. (:&lt;br /&gt;You've probably seen this somewhere before, but i decided to do one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, because I thought it's be so cool to try making one, and Secondly, it'd be from me, and not some shared photo used by everyone. (pfft,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried so hard it felt as if floodgates opened in your head; migrane?&lt;br /&gt;until each breath was jerky and painful, until your eyes are bloodshot and your face turns a furious, cherry red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the next day you'd wake up with swollen eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6001128737448684953?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6001128737448684953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6001128737448684953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6001128737448684953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6001128737448684953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/tilt-screen-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S646vD3XJxI/AAAAAAAABRc/v2a-1-ibO3Q/s72-c/pokemonpicknick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-423340359208165206</id><published>2010-03-20T18:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:23:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A longing so small, but a longing nontheless.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6UMmSbX3cI/AAAAAAAABRM/pJUj_gGK8Ck/s1600-h/24753_384404178448_625238448_3601143_2206267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450776775923064258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6UMmSbX3cI/AAAAAAAABRM/pJUj_gGK8Ck/s320/24753_384404178448_625238448_3601143_2206267_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6UMlsqJfvI/AAAAAAAABRE/iY97-myuGPI/s1600-h/24753_384404163448_625238448_3601142_8168172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450776765784489714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6UMlsqJfvI/AAAAAAAABRE/iY97-myuGPI/s320/24753_384404163448_625238448_3601142_8168172_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more 4Faith pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I think they're really pretty, picture quality, lighting and all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You've changed.&lt;br /&gt;The you i knew wasn't popularity obsessed, wasn't dying to get youself involved in every other thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;The you i knew wasn't a flirt, wouldn't go out or hang around with every other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of a genius of a poet.&lt;br /&gt;Got it from Explosm.net, (supposed) home of cyanide &amp;amp; happiness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny and Marissa, Sitting in a Tree,&lt;br /&gt;K-I-S-S-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;First comes love, then comes marriage,&lt;br /&gt;then comes an abrubt, tragic miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes blame, then comes despair.&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts damaged beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny leaves Marissa, and takes the tree,&lt;br /&gt;D-I-V-O-R-C-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, i can't relocate the picture, so for those who hasn't seen explosm comics before, here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450772369963482722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6UIl08v_mI/AAAAAAAABQ8/9LPc4c5iSZM/s320/comicglassesasshole1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike the old uncles that sit in the piano section of Carrefour and ruin every single song they play by adding in drums and completely changing the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're an insult to the white european dead guys who made history with the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part is, THEY BLAST THE DAMNED PIANO, thus forcing everyone to listen to their horrible music while wanting to blow their own ears out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored in Suntec today, and innocently sat down an started tinkering on a piano.&lt;br /&gt;I started on the first line of Marriage D' Amour before aforementioned uncle scoffed at me and went (to other such uncle)&lt;br /&gt;"HHMPH, that song very easy to play, IT'S ACTUALLY VERY SLOW ONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he sat down to completely ruin the piece by playing it a kazillion times slower than ought to be, completely altering the rhythm in the proccess while adding drum effects, in C MAJOR.&lt;br /&gt;Using some sort of TRUMPET tone, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying i'm a good pianist, but i just seriously dislike them uncles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-423340359208165206?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/423340359208165206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=423340359208165206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/423340359208165206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/423340359208165206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/youve-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S6UMmSbX3cI/AAAAAAAABRM/pJUj_gGK8Ck/s72-c/24753_384404178448_625238448_3601143_2206267_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-5368985951378139691</id><published>2010-03-19T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:42:34.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be doing shitloads of holiday homework now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;But judging by how pissed i am just thinking about the hoards of unfinished homework i have, and how the ensuing crazily long amount of Amath tuition I'm about to face further aggravates my anger, I've decided to start a rant here to let things out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I understand that I'm sec 4 and there's O levels this year and all, but giving almost my entire holidays to remedial can seriously be time &amp;amp; energy consuming.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather they take two days out of the holidays with normal curriculum timings to have remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure, I absolutely love going to school for one hour of Chinese filing before going back home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've a pile (no kidding, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pile&lt;/span&gt;) of holiday homework before me, which I have a very large urge to let loose a string of expletives upon (but I wouldn't, because that would make me look like a comlpete retard and well, it's just no good screaming vulgarities at your homework) waiting for completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm starting to ask myself what I'm doing blogging instead of starting on homework.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I HAVE NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have no idea what I'm angry at in retrospect, and now, I shall be off to do homework. :)&lt;br /&gt;(looks like ranting is actually effective in getting things out of your system, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-5368985951378139691?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/5368985951378139691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=5368985951378139691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5368985951378139691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/5368985951378139691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-supposed-to-be-doing-shitloads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-2436545882741995312</id><published>2010-03-13T18:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:02:31.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"&lt;br /&gt;- Mad Hatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not Hardly, Almost Alice."&lt;br /&gt;- Absolem&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Jogathon &amp;amp; Alice In Wonderland yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jav &amp;amp; I ran together for Jogathon. (:&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, we were running mad (running away from someone).&lt;br /&gt;Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448060975009991602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5tml3oji7I/AAAAAAAABQc/lV6RhuGZkJI/s320/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jogathon, went with Vel, Ken and Jav to watch Alice In Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;idk what's up with the critics, but i thought the show was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the actors acted very well.&lt;br /&gt;Anne Hathaway basically floated through the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;Helena Bonhnam Carter was cute. "OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Mia Wasikowska was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"she's such an idiot,"&lt;br /&gt;*GASP! (open mouthed, incredulous, happy expression) flashes HK wallet.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I realised there isn't a certain moment when someone gets over losing something, it's really just gradual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would come a time when you just know that you're starting to let go, and after some time, you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-2436545882741995312?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2436545882741995312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=2436545882741995312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2436545882741995312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/2436545882741995312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-is-raven-like-tabletop-mad-hatter.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5tml3oji7I/AAAAAAAABQc/lV6RhuGZkJI/s72-c/DSC03911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-4040047266188048843</id><published>2010-03-12T00:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:30:46.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God put one more thing in my life to make it more meaningful. (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun; D.E. was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up was fun, Camwhoring was fun, Food was okay, The talk was okay, Having to be demure while trying to cut a really tough pice of meat sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people at my table, namely Vel, Gio, Jav, XinYing, Carol, JunWei, Juhan &amp;amp; Myself got so tired of trying to cut chicken the 'proper' way, we felt full before half the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll upload some of my favourite pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEEE. (i just love typing "HEE HEE"; it's so fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447416299815627570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcQ1Yu6zI/AAAAAAAABP0/279F_PdIxnk/s320/DSC03866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447416308185441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcRUkQI1I/AAAAAAAABP8/XFdRdQOfoYE/s320/DSC03867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture makes me look like a total fail dwarf; as i always do beside javier. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447416312585273042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcRk9QPtI/AAAAAAAABQE/ft9eHpp2Seg/s320/DSC03876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bus picture!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447416322593376354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcSKPXyGI/AAAAAAAABQM/RwIPNt-6un4/s320/DSC03898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcScLm1TI/AAAAAAAABQU/CSXI4UWRYoI/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447416327409423666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcScLm1TI/AAAAAAAABQU/CSXI4UWRYoI/s320/DSC03909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, Ken's optimum height.&lt;br /&gt;(psst! have you tried this cool new invention that helps people grow?! it's called STEPS!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After D.E. was just, well, AWESOME. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I'M TOTALLY SLEEPY AND THERE'S FREAKING JOGATHON RUBBISH TOMORROW, BUT FOR THE SAKE OF MY ENGLISH I SHALL FUFILL MY RESOLUTION AS RESOLVED IN SOME EARLIER POST. &lt;br /&gt;here goes :/&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there was a period of time when i felt my life was so mundane.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, i used to run all over Singapore doing all sorts of crap without my parents ever knowing.&lt;br /&gt;But this year I've by far not even gone anywhere without their permission (yes, i'm being very very obedient), yet life has become so much more fufilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friends; affirmative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life, i've probably never ever given much thought to how friends could actually make a world of a difference in someone's life. It always sounded so cliche and cheesy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even typing this, i feel corny; like i'm some sec1 kid that's obssesed over her new found clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can't lie. I'M JUST SO HAPPY NOWADAYS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE,&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i apologise for the abrupt and out-of-point ending to the random rant, but i'm so sleepy. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-4040047266188048843?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4040047266188048843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=4040047266188048843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4040047266188048843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/4040047266188048843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-put-one-more-thing-in-my-life-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5kcQ1Yu6zI/AAAAAAAABP0/279F_PdIxnk/s72-c/DSC03866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8957319924293354000</id><published>2010-03-07T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:21:39.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing dead people</title><content type='html'>comme amour&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;BODY WORLDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i was very very very excited about going, and it was cool i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL3B8u8EI/AAAAAAAABPs/7vYBMlJagGU/s1600-h/DSC03802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445568676976586818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL3B8u8EI/AAAAAAAABPs/7vYBMlJagGU/s320/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it lah, i just expected it to fascinate me more. but apparently i already sorta knew how the organs and all looked like, so yeah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, headed to the science centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'd notice the pictures i actually bother to take are sorta related to rainbows. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL2lj--VI/AAAAAAAABPk/sCa4uvpA8ec/s1600-h/DSC03814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445568669356587346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL2lj--VI/AAAAAAAABPk/sCa4uvpA8ec/s320/DSC03814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow glowing shapey things. bet you can't see my face. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL2J3eTTI/AAAAAAAABPc/4f5WbDtN1hA/s1600-h/DSC03845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445568661922139442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL2J3eTTI/AAAAAAAABPc/4f5WbDtN1hA/s320/DSC03845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG RAINBOWED SHADOWS; how cool is that! (which is why it's my fb dp; whee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COURAGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear; bravery.&lt;br /&gt;2.Obsolete. the heart as the source of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Idiom&lt;br /&gt;3.have the courage of one's convictions, to act in accordance with one's beliefs, especially in spite of criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how I can get so affected by certain matters or people.&lt;br /&gt;I could think of a million reasons why i shouldn't really care; I'm set on leaving soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet i do.&lt;br /&gt;I'd straighten my back and put on a mask, and the me that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; would see isn't even me at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all comes down to courage. Courage to just be myself; whatever she'd think.&lt;br /&gt;Courage to face her critcism and annoyed glares. Courage to put the past behind me, since it's long gone, and start walking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mental barrier i must overcome.&lt;br /&gt;"... is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Twain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the quote is actually a succession of "age is...", but since i'm not referring to age, i shan't quote that part.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8957319924293354000?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8957319924293354000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8957319924293354000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8957319924293354000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8957319924293354000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/seeing-dead-people.html' title='Seeing dead people'/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S5KL3B8u8EI/AAAAAAAABPs/7vYBMlJagGU/s72-c/DSC03802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1303560265796715545</id><published>2010-03-04T21:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:51:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY, I'M HAPPY. :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE THIS; IMAGINE YOU'RE A STAR&lt;br /&gt;SINGING ON THE STAGE, LA LA LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, Hi-5 nostalgia. (:&lt;br /&gt;that song's from way back in 1999. i was FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember, the entire cast performed this in PJs.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Old Folks Home CIP today. sang No Boundaries for the old folks, then ran out of performances and because the entire thing was underrunning like crap, we danced Tik Tok and sang More Than Words &amp;amp; 晴天.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old folks there are really cute i guess, despite the fact that it was VERY VERY VERY VERY difficult to communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444775626437581538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S4-6laeEWuI/AAAAAAAABPU/3toe5SusfEo/s320/26520_335343619537_595884537_3595438_5763355_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PHS 4 Faith 2010! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I was doing an English expository just yesterday, when i realised my standard of writing has SERIOUSLY DETERIORATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've resolved to leaving the last part of each blog post to my random thoughts, which i will type out in proper English. As of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I really respect the people who work in old folk's homes, because not only do they have to do the most tedious jobs with meticulous care, they also constantly face the harsh reality that death is inevitable and possibly devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're taking the old folks through the near end of their lives(however crude it may sound), before ultimate death. I bet it isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I probably wouldn't have the courage to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Man, that sucked. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1303560265796715545?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1303560265796715545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1303560265796715545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1303560265796715545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1303560265796715545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S4-6laeEWuI/AAAAAAAABPU/3toe5SusfEo/s72-c/26520_335343619537_595884537_3595438_5763355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1117211593552722955</id><published>2010-03-02T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:01:13.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EYEBALL DISECTION!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou Bryan, for finding eyeballs and thus enabling us to actually do this,&lt;br /&gt;and thankyou Mr Chandra for allowing phones to take photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444017736119368834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40JSZBSPII/AAAAAAAABOk/S5AqGWQNRGE/s320/DSC03732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pig's eyeball. I named it Bob. (all eyeballs are Bob.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444018404592265874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40J5TRpKpI/AAAAAAAABO8/9L9dkWSBfJo/s320/DSC03736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;us, attacking Bob to remove the mucles &amp;amp; fats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444017746065854338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40JS-Etj4I/AAAAAAAABOs/0tfJOSGOIaU/s320/DSC03741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muscles &amp;amp; fats removed! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444018401027824882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40J5F_0HPI/AAAAAAAABO0/uoUl_Itc7Ks/s320/DSC03742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and then, just, well, CHOP THE EYEBALL IN HALF! (and watch some black shitty looking liquid squirt/ ooze out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444018410931266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40J5q4-pMI/AAAAAAAABPE/p979aivQH9w/s320/DSC03743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you get the lenses (which JQ later burst)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444018414956945538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40J554xoII/AAAAAAAABPM/cfhmDBxl6sI/s320/DSC03758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see the beaker, that's where we put the cut off muscles &amp;amp; fats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444017729475562274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40JSARRyyI/AAAAAAAABOc/CQpqLCJ3J_w/s320/DSC03766.JPG" border="0" /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and if you're wondering why vel isn't in any of these photos, she freaked out and REFUSED to do the disection. the most she would do was take these pictures, so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Credits to Vel for talking the photos too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1117211593552722955?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1117211593552722955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1117211593552722955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1117211593552722955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1117211593552722955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/eyeball-disection-thankyou-bryan-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S40JSZBSPII/AAAAAAAABOk/S5AqGWQNRGE/s72-c/DSC03732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-6701524959373486510</id><published>2010-03-01T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:23:13.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those who've heard of the Annoying Orange, just something i found (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family's here! spot the orange, apple, pear, lemon and 'kiway'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S4uhVhi2ObI/AAAAAAAABOU/qqAE6cT6bsg/s1600-h/18138_1320384565305_1101513207_30997083_1348199_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443621965309776850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S4uhVf3Nk9I/AAAAAAAABOM/_wC-THjUXpQ/s320/17938_335555329257_541584257_4788795_2211100_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Hey! Blueberry!&lt;br /&gt;-I'm an Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;-You're blue, You're a blueberry!&lt;br /&gt;-No! i'm an Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;-Hey blueberry! Blueberry, Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing Pandora's Boxers? ?&lt;br /&gt;Get it? HAHAHAHAHA Pandora!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;-Hey Blueberry!&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: IT'S SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443621965761231282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S4uhVhi2ObI/AAAAAAAABOU/qqAE6cT6bsg/s320/18138_1320384565305_1101513207_30997083_1348199_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 'aftertree expression', LMAO :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-6701524959373486510?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6701524959373486510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=6701524959373486510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6701524959373486510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/6701524959373486510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-those-whove-heard-of-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S4uhVf3Nk9I/AAAAAAAABOM/_wC-THjUXpQ/s72-c/17938_335555329257_541584257_4788795_2211100_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1655060244829949056</id><published>2010-02-22T19:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:33:36.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now you know how it feels when you text someone (several times at that), and get no reply. sucky eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;well, it's the experience. it's about time anyway. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hoho, VELTAN's back from bangkok! (:&lt;br /&gt;and she's sick. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;someone talked to me on the phone till 5am on 21st feb 2010.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long that i haven't talked on the phone till 5am.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chandra postponed Bio SPA. :D&lt;br /&gt;heeeeheeeeheeeeheeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1655060244829949056?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1655060244829949056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1655060244829949056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1655060244829949056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1655060244829949056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoho-veltans-back-from-bangkok-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-8590445584213914497</id><published>2010-02-18T16:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:37:45.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acknowledgement, reminiscence, nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;one day, if you suddenly feel you need somebody to save you, i'm willing to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year people. (:&lt;br /&gt;and of course, happy valentine's ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, CNY pictures, just because my blog's sorely starting to lack pictures. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few of my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;PANGSTERS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7BKZPgrI/AAAAAAAABOE/RJBWV7__CJE/s1600-h/17942_297464842861_727542861_3352504_357072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439498447345386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7BKZPgrI/AAAAAAAABOE/RJBWV7__CJE/s320/17942_297464842861_727542861_3352504_357072_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7AyC2zJI/AAAAAAAABN8/za02t_52ZLA/s1600-h/17942_297464797861_727542861_3352497_8351318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439498440809041042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7AyC2zJI/AAAAAAAABN8/za02t_52ZLA/s320/17942_297464797861_727542861_3352497_8351318_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7Aqj_JkI/AAAAAAAABN0/-v5WCfj0nQQ/s1600-h/17942_297464477861_727542861_3352468_7591147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439498438800516674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7Aqj_JkI/AAAAAAAABN0/-v5WCfj0nQQ/s320/17942_297464477861_727542861_3352468_7591147_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7AOE-QRI/AAAAAAAABNs/Hj2p_wv8tw4/s1600-h/17942_297464317861_727542861_3352452_1412479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439498431154241810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7AOE-QRI/AAAAAAAABNs/Hj2p_wv8tw4/s320/17942_297464317861_727542861_3352452_1412479_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm really starting to appreciate my ability to ruin pictures, like the above :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CT results, none failed, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3As, 2Bs, 3Cs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kns. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheering session tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;my gosh, i've not cheered for AAAGGGEEESSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIO PRACTICLE WAS FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i almost burnt my finger off, Gio almost burnt my worksheet. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the bio lab smelt like a BBQ session. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Time, is going by, so much faster than I&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm starting to regret not spending all of here with you&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm wondering why, i've kept this bottled inside&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting to regret not selling all of it to you&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone from this moment on&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall&lt;br /&gt;- Never Gonna Be Alone; Nickelback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-8590445584213914497?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8590445584213914497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=8590445584213914497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8590445584213914497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/8590445584213914497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/acknowledgement-reminiscence-nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S3z7BKZPgrI/AAAAAAAABOE/RJBWV7__CJE/s72-c/17942_297464842861_727542861_3352504_357072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-9803479693924745</id><published>2010-02-11T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:49:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;"run,"&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;if it's a joke, it's one thing.&lt;br /&gt;but when you go overboard and start to turn the joke into a full fledged lie, it's another.&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna pretend nothing happened, alright?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council lo hei and spring cleaning was MAD AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;yes, both mad and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;lo hei was chaotic, sec4s &amp;amp;5s koped from sec3s and 2s when our plate was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning was even more so. THE ENTIRE COUNCIL ROOM EMPTIED.&lt;br /&gt;cockroach eggs, spider webs, dust.. yeah, the like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we smartasses thought we could hose water into the council room to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;then we realised the only way out for the water was the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, we spent ages trying to push all the water out.&lt;br /&gt;then shihwee and me, little nyonya squat style, trying to dry the floor with rags. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Teng and Bryan Lau; these two had a lot of fun soaking me in the boys' toilet while refilling water.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, WHY THE HELL IS THE BOYS' TOILET NICER THAN THE GIRLS'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-9803479693924745?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/9803479693924745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=9803479693924745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/9803479693924745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/9803479693924745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/run-if-its-joke-its-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1497217625631921146</id><published>2010-02-10T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:19:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not affected by your shit.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU KEN &amp;amp; VEL.&lt;br /&gt;ken for stoichiometry crash course and vel for being there. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1497217625631921146?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1497217625631921146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1497217625631921146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1497217625631921146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1497217625631921146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-affected-by-your-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-7845509378128006838</id><published>2010-02-06T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:09:10.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i said "i'll pray for you", you probably didn't know what i really meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you're wise enough to just close your eyes and run away. Very, very far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even after CTs i still find myself studying for tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O level preps really suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder why people in Singapore actually celebrate Sweet Sixteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ooh, let's celebrate the year i'm gonna have to slog my guts out for O's!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the second thought, my birthday would come after O's anyway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will finish learning Ballade Pour Adeline and play it damn well. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;major LMAO at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435162900120405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S22T3GYPBMI/AAAAAAAABNk/8p8oGKMMDLY/s320/DSC03594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, Abraham's &lt;em&gt;dancing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-7845509378128006838?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7845509378128006838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=7845509378128006838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7845509378128006838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/7845509378128006838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-said-ill-pray-for-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lirv-0vLkTw/S22T3GYPBMI/AAAAAAAABNk/8p8oGKMMDLY/s72-c/DSC03594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-311158334595397824</id><published>2010-02-04T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:58:10.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dissapointed, but what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed Amaths and Chinese. (wow right, :D)&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping i don't fail chem. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-311158334595397824?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/311158334595397824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=311158334595397824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/311158334595397824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/311158334595397824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/dissapointed-but-what-can-i-say-oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885479779063816833.post-1590503357838379045</id><published>2010-02-01T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:30:06.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm totally dissapointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the crap, you did a 360 and turned all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine what someone would know if they could read your email. THAT MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"EH Fir, YES! i'm more than halfway there! 11points already! omg continue counting!... oh shit, not enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. okay stop laughing at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KKB randomly popped up and talked to me just when i needed someone to talk to. AWESOME. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4885479779063816833-1590503357838379045?l=weird-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1590503357838379045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4885479779063816833&amp;postID=1590503357838379045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1590503357838379045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4885479779063816833/posts/default/1590503357838379045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weird-problems.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-totally-dissapointed-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Denicia Lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711080145826479123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
